After moving house for the third time in three years, July was a much-needed recovery period from all the recent changes to my life. I spent it on making a home with my new domestic partner, practising tattooing and, most of all, bringing together inner opposites to finally feel a sense of peace.

My attempt at maturity in love didn’t last long, so after putting up some resistance I surrendered to dating the intriguing stranger due to undeniable chemistry. I was like a newborn deer at this time, eager to apply the psychological knowledge I had gained during the past few months, and to pay for my sins in the only way I knew.