What a difference a day makes.
Time is a great healer.
It’s funny how ridiculous you think those phrases are when you are swirling around in the moment like bubbles down the plug hole but actually? People don’t say them for nothin, kid.
A day can give you a different perspective on a situation, but how about a month, or a year? Two years ago I was living in a house in the country with an “other half” and two cats, and I was actually doing gardening every now and then. But the phrase “other half” is significant – because although I believe they there is more than one other half to a whole, I think that my other halves haven’t made it to me yet, but are out there somewhere, doing the long distance and competing for which one makes it here first. Or perhaps, if daydreams are anything to consider, makes it back first.
So, two years on and a passerby wouldn’t even recognise my two parallel universes as part of the same tapestry. Gone are the days of country living and old before my time, and now my days are spent sharing lemon mousse bars with kindred spirits and immersing myself in city life. Sure, whites are a different shade of grey here and neighbours absolutely don’t stop to chat, let alone make eye contact, but it’s a new sort of home all the same. And I love it. Posts may be sporadic of late but my fingers rarely make it into the same room as my laptop for more than just sleeping, although I am trying to write a bit more regularly.
Right now I’m snatching some time composing this as an email to myself as I take the train home, as I can guarantee this is the calmest half an hour I’ll get this weekend, despite the man whose sleeping head keeps bouncing off my shoulder as he snores and the couple chatting away in a language I don’t recognise. There is such a world out there to discover!! Little bars hidden below the railway arches and cafes that float on the river. Even the lamp posts have fish and lions carved into the bases. The only thing consistent between me now and me then is the weather. It continues to rain.
So what’s ahead? April still has some little gems; I’m super excited to be going to see New Kids on the Block and the Backstreet Boys with my sister, RoCo and Flo among others, and on Wednesday I’ll finish work and board a flight to Barcelona to visit monkey, who I haven’t seen in a really long time. I’m looking forward to catching up with an old friend, eating sushi and wandering round the city. Old friends make me happy; I love the comfort of being completely yourself. And when I get back its birthdays a go-go, christenings and bank holidays. Exciting times ahead!
So mother dearest, you were right again. Time might not heal it completely, but it fixes a cut to a silvery scar that you can look at and remember you’re strong enough to get through anything.
Hope you are all having a fantastic weekend. What exciting things do you have coming up?