Stop and smell the grass (flower)

It’s been a couple of months since I came back to London. The novelty is slowing wearing off and the life in north London is good, yet something is missing. I was reminiscing about small little things like the saltiness in the air, feeling fresh wind on my face and being in my own place. I would love to think that I could be someone without the root of a home to keep me in one place but I’m not, well not until I could find or build a moveable home sweet home.

Two months of doing as much as I could to complete some of the tasks I need to do while I’m back in the UK. Typical me, setting up tasks and datelines to make sure that I’m not idling around too much that I forget the five (actually four now) year plan. A wise person once told me that I’m most productive and effective when I’m under pressure, the person is right and also, I have to remember it’s not sustainable.

Down Lane Park

I was on the way back from completing a two-day outdoor first aid course and walking across Down Lane Park, recapping things that I’ve learnt, and looked up realising how beautiful the sky was that evening. That was what I was missing, the ability to look and not just see things around me. Stopped in the middle of the path, I took a deep breath and memorised the formation in the heavens with clouds dancing around letting only a spot of sunlight to come through every now and again. Then the smell of fresh cut grass hit my nose, remembering that it usually takes me instantly to notice the smell if I was walking up or down Belton Way to or from the station at Leigh-on-Sea.

Belton Way

London is an amazing city that would satisfy anyone’s need for perspective in every aspect of life. I love the city for that and I would choose London again if, like over 20 years ago, I was asked to choose between two very exciting cities for the next chapter in my life. I grew up in the city, surprisingly and maybe not, now I would choose the countryside over city living. I think it’s time to go home…