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October 29^th…

I’m ready for this. That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.

I clasp my hands and rest them on my lap, with the hope it'll stop them from shaking. Maybe staring out of the taxi window will help, and the view of the surroundings will calm me.

As the car leaves Northern Beirut, silence, and the natural beauty of a river and mountains, replaces the busy streets, apartment blocks, office buildings and cars beeping at each other for no particular reason.

It was nice to be out of the hotel and in the world, even if it shredded my nerves.

The company had told me to take more time off, but I needed to fly here, I needed to do something different.

Rotting in the temporary accommodation in London, with nobody to talk to was only making things worse. That’s the thing with grief; people are amazing at off