It’s been another mini blog hiatus after last night I got back from a long weekend in France.
My Dad owns a house there and he was using it as a base for a holiday with his wife and her sister and husband. I was invited over to visit and I had a good time.
I’m not the biggest fan of his wife but she could be a lot worse. She’s just a bit annoying to have a conversation with.
I think it’s heavily ingrained to disagree with everything you say. It can get very tiring.
But it was a nice break from work and the thing I appreciated the most was being in the countryside. I was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields and nothing else. The nearest shop was five kilometres away in the next village, which I cycled to every morning for coffee and pastries.
It was via a disused train track and the scenery was gorgeous. All hazy sunshine, tall trees and fields full of sunflowers.
Since living in London, I appreciate this sort of thing so much more. Yes, we have nice big parks here but it’s not quite the same. This was so remote. It was the type of village where you don’t need to lock the front door. Seriously.
So now I’m back in London and I feel revived and reinvigorated.
There is something about spending time with my Dad that makes me feel empowered. I feel like things are possible again. And that the world is my oyster.
We talk about so many possibilities. Since he left the UK, his life has changed for the better by about a million miles and being around him, I don’t know, he just exudes possibilities.
I want to take up a photography course now.
I want to go to India.
We’ve discussed going to a Formula One Grand Prix.
I told him when my next trip was, which is a few days in Slovenia next week, and he said, yeah but when’s your next BIG trip.
And I was like, shit, yeah, when IS my next big trip?! (I haven’t got one lined up).
He’s said I can use his French house whenever I want to get away from London.
Again – possibilities. Fantastic possibilities and opportunities.
I’m so fucking lucky in that sense. I don’t want these things to be wasted on me.
What can happen though is you come back home, you get back to work and all the good intentions you have to do things go out the window. Or get put on hold.
Reality kicks in and you go back into your slump. I don’t beat myself up about this happening because it happens to everyone.
Let’s see if it doesn’t happen again.