I am sitting in this cafe by the sea, watching the waves slapping against the rocks. Those breakwaters made by nature.
I remember Manderley…..the mansion by the sea in Rebecca by British author, Daphne Due Maurier. “Last night I dreamt of Manderley again….” was the book’s opening line. Actually, Manderley popped out even before I saw the waves. It was the fog that swept the entire city. I remembered this long lost story about Manderley from my school days. I loved English literature and Manderley was exactly my type of story.
I was a girl who wrote about the mysterious Athen street in the fog. How then would I imagine that this a girl, 20 years later, selling pallet rental services for a living?
I love that song in the cafe background – the new voice of this jazz chick…what’s her name? Jessica? Tracy??
Are all these signals for me to take the plunge back to where I should have ventured into? Like plunging into the potholes of Narnia. You can never tell what it’s going to be…Back to school studying mass comm and journalism, is that still possible?
Or maybe my first step should simply be starting a blog and start writing….
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