FROM HEMISPHERES
A relationship ends and the apportioning of goods begins. My books, your bookcase. My bowl, your spoon. My home, your home.
After nearly a decade, it was over. The world my partner and I had made together lay fractured on the ground, like a vase dropped and smashed. In our time together, we’d travelled the world, been happy, made important decisions, and moved to Portugal, her native land. It was there that it ended, with me an émigré of only a few months.
I didn’t want to extricate myself so soon, but it felt wrong to be there. The nation, and everything in it, seemed to belong to someone else. Livingin the city of Porto, I already had friends, a favourite café, a place in an orchestra. Leaving…