Bexhill Station

My first time in Bexhill

When I arrived at Bexhill train station, I felt that all the scattered pieces of my life had finally fallen into place. On my right, Tito. On my left, my bag. And inside me, a quiet battle between dream and fear, between who I had been and who I was about to become.

I do not remember the road to the beach. I only remember the tears on my face when I finally saw the groyne. Tito did not understand what was happening. I think he was scared. But he was there, beside me, at every stage of my becoming.

When I arrived in Bexhill, I was alone, carrying the weight of a structural loneliness. But this loneliness was different from the one that had followed me all my life, because this time I had found my place. Bexhill is my place in the world.

That was the moment my life began. In the deepest sense, my life began in Bexhill.

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