Stella has a “tinylife”. Being the competitive older sister, mine is huge.
In 15 years, I’ve lived in Vietnam, Azerbaijan, Indonesia and Denmark. Huge cultural differences: the giant challenge of uprooting and restarting. Each time, appreciating tiny acts… the stranger’s offer of help, the smile on the street.
My spread of friends is huge: they circle the globe and I have ambitious plans to visit. For now, I simply share their Facebook lives, enjoying the tiny Like which says “we are on different continents now but I still care about you”.
Summers typically involve a huge UK trip: we search out tinyness, relishing the glorious sameness of family homes and traditions.
Every year offers huge challenges, tiny triumphs. Every day is spent hoping to make a huge difference through tiny actions.
My “huge” versus Stella’s “tiny”? Not so different after all.