2am

It's darker in my house than outside. Outside it feels like 5pm, or maybe 6am, but definitely not 2 in the morning. It's supposed to be the dead of night but the sky is blue-grey. Light is flooding in through the window. These last few days, in my nocturnal state I have found myself spending a sizable proportion of my time staring at the moon. It's a full moon, maybe that's why it's so light out there, and maybe that's why I've spent such a long time staring at it. It has a real face. I want to go there.. I want to be able to know what those craters that show up in dark patches look like close up. And it would be nice to escape to somewhere that far away. Some people want to visit India. That would be amazing. I want to go to Venice. And Lisbon. And I want to know London even better than I do. Know every corner, every alleyway. But I'd like to see the moon, from the moon. I really want to escape. I want to escape even more when I'm back here, at home. Home isn't the place you're supposed to want to escape from. But it's nearly February. And after February comes March. And that means we're a quarter of the way through the year. And it also means house-shopping. We're going house-shopping in March. And even though we won't actually have our own house til September, three-quarters of the way through the year, it's a start. I hope we have a shed. So it can be an escape, like Freddie's shed in Skins. If not, I'll make my own escape at the bottom of the garden. Let's run into the sunset and never look back.