After two weeks of a whirlwind family holiday that swept from the galleries of the National Gallery, to the wooden benches of the Globe, to the glimmering waters of the Lake District, through the windswept mountains and heather-filled moors of Scotland, past the Gothic spires and medieval closes of Edinburgh, back to the crowded seats of the West End and crawl of human bodies on Oxford Street - I have to head back to work.
Tomorrow, actually. Perish the thought!
I'll be honest. I'm looking forward to earning some money. But I wish I had more time to spend with the family - it was so lovely to have time and go on holiday together again. If wishes were horses... so I tuck away my familiar guilt and my nostalgia, and get ready to greet, once again, the hustle that is London life.
I will be home, in Australia, for good, soon. I promise.
Today has been spent mostly writing, or stretching out in the sun. The heatwave of the past week has abated, and although there is still sunshine, the temperature is no longer pushing 30 Celsius. I intend to head to the gym after work tomorrow; I wonder how many emails I will have to read through when I get into the office. Life in all her detailed glory, all her nagging chores have come rushing back at me, and in her flood I am swiftly carried away. There are bills to pay, budgets to update, work to do, articles to write - hustle or be hustled, London seems to say, as I stare the start of the working week in its hideous face.
Jeff and I are talking about exploration in South America together, next year. My head is far too distracted by this tantalising possibility to focus on what must be done to allow that to happen - the earning, and saving, of money. I am looking forward to heading to New York next month, and chilling out lakeside, playing games of chess and Monopoly, barbequeing seafood and swimming in warm waters.
The beaches of Newquay are next, at month's end, and the Egypt tour needs to be booked, and soon. There is a daytrip to Paris somewhere in October, Iceland at the start of December is set now in stone, and Christmas leave has been approved - though I know not where we will be come year's end. And after winter next year - a month back home, a reprieve, before the start of a new chapter, a new exciting adventure in a new city ripe for exploration.
Work first, then dreams. The dreams come later, after you've worked for them.
P.xo
Comments (5)
Back to australia? Really?
-van
@Van - eventually, just not quite yet. wanna come visit? ;) x
I can't wait to break out of this little bubble of mine and start exploring the world... I'm completely envious of your travels and adventures. =P
i'm back to work tomorrow as well. sigh reality hits again. Was very fatigue after UK (and ireland trip_ when reaching Msia, so had miserable few days in KL =( Jet lag and fatigueness hit really badly. I've just arrived in Canberra. Time to unpack stuff and go straight into emails and invoice tick and bashing tomorrow.
Good to see your family hols pics. Am sure they apreciated all your hard work in planning...and facebook tagging the pics =)
@Cirren - if you want it enough, the universe will find a way. your time will come! how's the long road to medic school freedom coming along? x
@CY - glad you are home safe in canberra! winter there can't be much colder than summer here - i broke out hte boots yesterday cos it was cold and rainy. insane london weather. take care and good luck with the wedding planning! x