i wake to icelandic music and a sleepless ache. i’m a little sad because it’s a day to leave all the new things i’ve fallen in love with, but it’s something i’ve adjusted to. i pass in and out of sleep until it is late, then i shower and dress and begin to pack my bag. i’m very good at this now because i hardly own anything anymore. my camera bag makes up most of the space and almost all of the weight. i hug the people i was staying with for a long time. they tell me they love me and i almost don’t care if i miss my flight. but then they leave and it is just me alone in the loft. it overlooks brooklyn and you can see the empire state building at night.

things used to be different, it used to tear me up to leave places and people i love. but these days it is happening so often i almost don’t have time to be upset. a friend told me not long ago that i’ve grown a second skin, that there is a hardness to my eyes now. if i was as naive and sensitive as i used to be, i know i wouldn’t be able to do this. instead of thinking about what i am leaving, i think about what i am coming to. it’s all an adventure.

i could hear the taxi honking it’s horn on the street so i left, the door closing and locking behind me. there were eight flights of concrete steps to the ground and my suitcase was more than half my weight, heavy with all the books and presents for my family and lover. i was scared of missing the taxi which would mean missing my flight so i tried to move quickly but i could only lift it one step at a time. on the third floor the weight put me off balance and i fell down the steps until i hit the landing. i lay there for at least a minute. everything was quiet but the taxi and it’s incessant honking.

i felt like each was going to be the last and i was going to miss my flight. i felt bruised all over and i kept saying matt under my breath like he would suddenly appear and look after me and love me. but i was completely alone. my tights were wet with blood and the fall had ripped through my dress. i was softly shaking. i hated myself for thinking i could do this on my own, i just wanted to be home with him again, safe.

when i moved all my bones hurt but i tried again, more slowly now. everytime i lifted the suitcase i felt like my knees were splitting open. a lady with dogs came up the steps and saw me struggling and asked if i needed help. i tried to say no, i’m fine but my voice broke halfway through and i started sobbing and said i’d fallen and i was hurting. she told me to wait at the bottom with her dogs and slowly she brought my suitcase down. i said thankyou many times and she smiled. the taxi driver almost spat when she talked to me but i didn’t care that she was mad because i was in the taxi and i wouldn’t miss my flight and in a month i would see matt and he would kiss all my cuts and bruises better. i realised in the taxi i’d forgotten my phone but i didn’t care about that either, i’m always leaving something behind and it’s better my phone than my camera or journal.

now i am at the los angeles international airport. it reminds me of a large, mostly empty hospital. you’re trapped in here and forced to pay $15 for a sandwich. but the last few minutes flying over were beautiful, there were fireworks exploding in the sky below and i listened to vashti bunyan sing ‘here before’ and couldn’t wait to take my children flying. in 20 or so hours i will be in melbourne, back to the warmth. and soon after sydney and after that, home. on christmas day matt will fly to me and we’ll finally be together again. everything is always okay, and if it isn’t, it will be.

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  2. You seem to be soft and strong at the same time and it is close to myself. And I really find the photo on the bottom amazing. Bye 🙂

  3. this is really beautiful, and i can relate to the frequent moving and the way you get used to it after awhile and pretty soon your talent becomes making home be wherever you're at in the moment. and home is less about possessions and more about attitude.

    anyway this post really struck a chord with me. xx

  4. That photograph is so, so powerful. And I adore your genuine writing, your honesty. You seem like a beautiful person.

  5. i love your words, they fill me with magic. please continue to sue your blog for 'blogging', it is purely wonderful.

  6. your life and writing seem so poignant. This post is beautiful, I just hope that you are okay. It can be very hard to be on your own when you are so young.. take time for yourself and don't forget to breath.

  7. thankyou all, i read all of your comments and they all make me so warm.
    i'll keep writing and photographing for you guys, always. x

  8. I love Icelandic music. And I love that song. Your words are magic, even when they tell of tales that are difficult. I hope it all works out for you.

  9. hope your ok! and i cannot wait to see more photo's from your adventure 🙂

  10. oh nirrimi.
    if you ever need someone to just talk about things you have to get rid off your heart and soul, use this blog.
    it's just like i've known you for years. i know nearly nothing about you, but it's just.. there. a feeling. i can't explain it, i'm not that good in english
    i bet that all your other fans feel the same.

    i do really understand all those justin bieber fangirls now. but i don't admire a stupid, maybe cute, boy
    but a wonderful, wise, all-i-ever-wanted-to-be nirrimi.

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  11. I echo the comments above – your words truly are an art form. I think of you often; wonder what it would be like to be young yet so full of wisdom and beyond-your-years talent.

  12. last night i dreamed of being home and being with my family. i can really understand and associate with what you wrote above… but sometimes things are hard and to achieve your expectations you have to sacrifice some things.. have a good dayxx

  13. You are pure poetry. Love your simply words, love the dinamic of the picture that is simply amazing!
    Thank you for your inspiration, you are a great girl!

  14. i will never get tired of reading what you have to say and watching what you have to say through your pictures. you're amazing.

  15. your writing is as beautiful and inspirational as your photography. i'm glad you survived your fall to make your plane and see your love.

  16. loving the recent updates nirrimi! thankyou so much for leaving pieces of your life on your blog for us to breathe in . goodluck with all your experiences

  17. Thank you, thank you for not being hesitant to write about those truthful moments of humility – humiliation, even perhaps – that we all experience.

  18. aww god, that must have really hurt :/ but it could have been much worse, so i'm glad you seem to be okay now!

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