Many many Fridays ago, something came over me and I booked myself a plane ticket to London. By myself. It’s funny, because I haven’t travelled solo for so long, but I’m actually looking forward to this extended weekend, having some proper me time, far away from everyone. It seems like this city is my choice of escape when something isn’t feeling right. I had it booked for months, like I had a feeling something will go wrong. And boy, was I right. The truth is, new year wasn’t the “fresh start” I was hoping for. Although nothing was actually wrong with 2016, it left me drained of every positive molecule I ever possessed. It’s weird, because I can usually pull myself together quite quickly, but this time it won’t go away. This wallowing, dark state is so unfamiliar to me.
My mind is somewhere else completely and I can’t wait to relocate also physically. I hope the dark thoughts will evacuate somewhere over the ocean and I will find my usual chipper self in some posh shopping window in my favorite town. Hopefully when I get back, I will also be reunited with my will to write, some long lost free time and beloved fixed computer, so keep your fingers crossed!