[I guess now’s as good a time as any to reflect on the last  six months of my life, sitting in Gatwick airport overlooking the airplane that’s just pulled in and waiting to board]
The last six months have brought experiences I know I never imagined, and to put it into words …
choose the right words…
to confine it to only words…
Well, it can’t be done.
You see, most of my dreams came true, the dreams I had for this trip, the dreams that were in my power. The dreams that were within this tangible world and not the highly unlikely fantasy-world that I live in in my head a lot of the time. During my time alone, this imagination has had the chance to run WILD. What I have seen, where I have been, and who I am has been magnified….
all because I have trusted my gut and the process, and life felt right
Until it started to feel wrong
I’m ready to go home because I have maximized this time abroad, and milked it for all it’s worth. I have been referring to it as six months on travel crack! I haven’t been in one place for longer than six weeks and it’s exhilarating, and eventually, exhausting.
I have found a lot, I have learnt to be present and soak up everything around me like a limitless sponge. I have become content in silence and confident in my independence. I have learnt what’s important and what’s not. I have argued with myself, and I have both won and lost the arguments. I have answered many of my difficult questions. And there are even more I haven’t got to yet. But one step at a time I am quietening and fulfilling this complicated and insatiable mind.
I’m coming home refreshed
With a new found belief in myself
I have found confidence in my new story
and the stories I have to tell now that I’ve started to live the way I want to live
I will borrow words that ring true for me, from a song that has been going through my mind all day:
“I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world that I’m coming

Back where I belong, I never felt so strong
I feel like there’s nothing that I can’t try
And if you with me put your hands high

If you ever lost a light before, this ones for you
And you, the dreams are for you”

2 thoughts on “TRAVEL CRACK

  1. Wishing you all the best for your journey. Not just the journey home but the journey you are beginning as you make your way home. Things will be the same at home but you will look at them differently. Enjoy them! ~ R.

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