All the butterflies, the nerves and not being able to eat/sleep all week has been worth it.
I have the best early Christmas present and he travelled over 3000 miles to be with me. I have never been more happy than I am now. This has been the best weekend ever.
I haven’t posted for a while, I have been busy.
Here are some pictures from Egypt. I visited Sharm El Sheikh and flew to Cairo. Unfortunately, I only had a week so I didn’t get to do as much as I wanted to.
Taking a vacation alone is not something that scares me, I have been doing it for years. I know it isn’t for everyone, but sometimes the solitude is good, plus I am a bit of a loner so going away alone means I get to do the things I want to and if I don’t want to, I don’t have to
I was grinning, but the flies on this camel were driving me crazy!
A sneaky/blurry picture from inside The Great Pyramid…You are not supposed to take pictures. This is the view from the top of the ladder. It is dark and very smelly inside, but well worth the climb.
This is a little glimpse at what I have to deal with when I travel to work. I have been taking photos for a few days.
I can’t believe there hasn’t been more on the London news about the severe delays which have hit the District Line (the green line for any non-Londoners) for the past three days. Also the other line on the ‘axis of evil’, the Jubilee Line (the grey one) which was down from about 5pm yesterday and for most of the evening. When the SW Trains service towards Wimbledon is also not working (two evenings this week due to signal failure) it doesn’t leave you with much options but to sit it out.
I swapped a fairly comfortable (if long) journey from Brighton, East Sussex at the end of last year for the devil’s armpit that is travelling from Putney, SW London to Canary Wharf.
I have no clue how things will be during the Olympics. My advice to anyone coming here for the games is get walking! Avoid the Jubilee Line at all costs!
The upside is that my bike is getting more use now than it ever has – so maybe that is the silver lining to this grey cloud.
I want to live somewhere else. Not because of the state of the economy, not because I have a job that drains me of my humanity on a daily basis. I simply want to try a hand at living somewhere new. I don’t mean another city in the UK, I don’t mean trying it out for a few months and going back home. I mean making a go of living somewhere totally different.
Friends have told me they think I am “settled” here, and this is where my future lies, but it isn’t. I move from place to place, and I never feel like the place I have is home. I have been called ‘ungrateful’, as I live (or it is perceived that I live) a pretty good life here. If I won the lottery tomorrow, I would be gone like a shot. the only question is ‘where do I want to go?’
Without being negative there are a few things that go against me being able to leave right now, the usual life responsibilities (except I don’t have children or a significant other). So I can’t say I have absolutely decided where I want to go. I think if I could pin it down to a place, then I would feel more like it was a real decision and I could put the wheels in motion to get there.
So, I put the question to you…If you could live anywhere in the world right now, where would it be and why? Your answers would be appreciated
I am 36. I never imagined that I would be contemplating giving up everything I have to go away and start somewhere completely new. It is the thought that is keeping me up at night and occupying most of my day.
I could compromise and just travel for a while but that isn’t what I want to do. If that was what I had wanted I think I would have done it ages ago and not left it until now.
I have worked since I was 18. I didn’t come from a background that encouraged going off for a ‘gap year’. I watched my mum raise three kids and sometimes work three jobs to make sure we had food on the table and clothes on our back. Hard work was something we saw all around us. I never even considered taking time out after school to see the world or decide what I wanted to do next. Education was always another reason I never went off to work abroad. For the job I do, a degree is pretty much standard. I have worked hard to get to where I am with no degree behind me, just a lot of experience.
I went to college for six months after finishing school. I enjoyed studying so much and made new friends easily. Then I had to leave. I was studying far from home and my mother had to give up work to take care of my sickly younger brother. I made the decision to go to work and bring some money in. Once I got into the cycle of work and paying rent, I couldn’t stop. I needed to help my family. The irony is I watched both my mother and brother go to university and still I helped them even after I moved out.
I met my husband-to-be at 23 and we stayed together for 9 years. In that time I tried to study, but my job took up so much of my time I hardly had any time for home life.
I have been in a place where I never thought I would be; 36 and unsure what to do next. All I know is that I have this overwhelming urge to travel and maybe not come back. I realise that running away doesn’t solve anything, but I don’t see it as running away. I see it as starting anew. I just have to figure out where I want to go.
Is it too late?