90s spring

After spending time with my family over the last two weeks, amidst the first glimpses of spring, I’ve been feeling nostalgic.

Perhaps I’m yearning for simplicity? A time when the only decision you had to make in life was what kind of ice-cream you were going to purchase as soon as you heard the melodic chimes of the van approaching, followed by a stampede of children chasing after it.

What was my choice? Always a 99. Never a problem.

I saw a blossom tree yesterday. They remind me of the day my brother was born. It was a sun-drenched Friday morning on the 3rd May 1991. I had just heard the news that I was now a big sister – music to my ears as the youngest sibling. I was standing in my childhood garden, underneath a cherry blossom, overwhelmed with a sense of joy and responsibility. And as the gentle wind blew, it rained candyfloss pink. I looked up, catching petals in my hands, and thought ‘this tree should be blue for a boy.’