• Travel

    In The Dead of Night

    Maybe it’s because I grew up in London that I’d never seen fireflies before. Maybe they don’t even populate the UK. I have no idea. After all, I’ve barely seen a bright night in my city, the millions of lamps and high levels of pollution taking away its natural wonders, so how on earth would I ever see something as delicate and as quietly beautiful as a firefly? In the past I’d only ever seen them in American films: young boys capturing them and putting them in glass jars to marvel at them or give them as a gift to impress a girl, but never in person, never in real…

  • Moving Abroad,  Travel

    I’m Pregnant!?

    My ojek (motorbike taxi) driver thought I was pregnant the other day. ‘Aww, Miss! You’re carrying a baby?’ he cooed as he pulled up, gesturing to my stomach. I clambered onto the back of the motorbike and locked my helmet in place, debating. ‘Um, yeah.’ ‘I knew it! How many months, Miss?’ Fuck. What number should I give him? Clearly I’m showing so I can’t be less than three, but surely I can’t look as big as seven? ‘Five.’ ‘Congratulations, Miss!’ My newfound pregnancy was news to me. I thought I had just merely had a huge dinner of rice and cap cay and was wearing a more mature, you’ve-got-it-together wrap dress,…