There’s something about the way he says this that makes me feel sad, as if this is no joke, as if his life is empty.
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
How could I complete what I’d come to do when every fiber of my being wanted to keep everything the way it was? How could I possibly empty the contents of Mum’s house, when just like King Midas I felt like everything she owned, no matter how ordinary, had been turned into gold by her touch?
But Guy’s the sort of person who knows exactly what he wants and goes for it, unlike me who can’t even buy a new shade of lipstick without agonizing over it.
It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
Looking back, I don’t think there was ever a point where I officially gave up on my dreams; instead I think it happened gradually, as these things do, so that I barely noticed the shift in my thinking. First, I cut back on the bar work because I was so exhausted from my day job as a receptionist; then I stopped looking for job openings at museums because, well, what was the point when I was never going to get them without experience? Though I continued to love and enjoy museums, the thought of becoming a curator seemed so impossible, so far removed from the life I was living, that I felt like I had more chance of becoming an astronaut than I ever would of actually getting my dream career off the ground.