Homeward Bound

I was up just before 8am today. It's always a bit grey this early (not that I really saw this time all week!) but the sun just started to come up and I tried to capture how pretty it was. 

A part of me is sad to leave, the other part looking forward to coming home. For the last week it feels like life has been on hold. We always feel this way. In some ways it's frustrating (we have no internet, no TV channels, and it's too hot the majority of the day to do anything except hide away indoors), but in a way it's a good thing. We talk more, we're more active (hottest part of the day excluded), we walk everywhere and feel better for it, and take time to think. I turned my phone off too- maybe a blessing in disguise, although it's largely due to Vodafone's extortionate roaming charges. 

I never have a chance to say a last goodbye to anything. In an ideal world, and when we were kids, we'd always go to every room and have a last look. It's usually a year between visits. But I'm always in a rush. Plus you have to leave time to hike up a huge hill to the station with your suitcase. 

I spent time in the garden this morning, saying goodbye to Gramps. I'm not sure why. Maybe we feel closer to him there, in the place we shared so many happy times. But I also think of him here too, so I've come to the conclusion that he goes wherever we go :-) 

I said goodbye to the parentals at the station. I'm glad they're together, that they've got each other. I'd like to have someone too, but that's a no brainer. Anyways, I enjoy travelling alone, and I had a wander around the airport whilst I killed time. Another perk to travelling alone was I looked at my seat and it said 1F. Also my class name, but more importantly it's the row with the extra legroom seats, which made it more comfy. 

Beautiful views over Spain and France as we flew, seemed a lot lower than 36,000ft. And an early landing at 2pm. 

I felt very ill/anxious once I arrived. Sort of overwhelmed maybe. I haven't blipped about Saturday yet... Stomach churning on the train on the way home. Managed to fake happy when my sister picked me up, but she ruined it all within two hours of me getting home. Been thinking of moving far away from them, this only reaffirmed those thoughts. 

The only saving grace was that the weather was glorious, and Little B was overjoyed to see me. The feeling was very mutual. He screamed and whooped and jumped all over my lap. 

Really tired tonight, stressful day really. 

* The junkyard that is the neighbours garden is the result of a major renovation project. They have worked from 7am till 11pm, drilling, banging, etc. We didn't mind too much, and got used to the constant, gentle hum of the cement mixer.... ;-)