Yes, I've been silent a long time. Somewhere my blog seems to have fallen through the cracks and stayed there, quietly gathering dust. Several times I have sat down, typed a few random words then walked away without hitting 'publish'. I'm not sure why. Perhaps there has just been too much happening to try to put it into words.
Anyway, here I am. In the time I've been gone, I have taken up a few new sports (triathlon and ultra distance events) I've relocated countries ( via a short stint in the UAE) and mostly unpacked a household full of stuff. For your information, if you leave cardboard boxes alone, they multiply overnight. Kind of like mice. And dustballs.
I'm very happy to be back with family and friends but miss my life in the the UK; old and newly found close friends, the Great park just outside my door & running on a crispy snow covered bridle way. Cinnamon buns in Golden Square and wandering through Liberty and Dover Street market making wish lists. A cup of tea or two with my wonderful friend after school drop off on a Friday morning. The amazing wonder of being able to fly to Paris for a day (thinking about that still makes me smile).
Things back here are quite strangely the same- somehow it seems that after being absent for over three years, it should be different. I feel a bit displaced and out of sync, which I am told is very common indeed. Life here will start to feel normal again. It just takes time.
I think that posting regularly might be a good way of just being in the now. A record of the small everyday moments that you sometimes miss in the all the rushing about. A way to reconnect to everything that is part of my life here.