It’s Sunday night and the Sky is looking deep and shining with stars. Each one gleaming in a magical way. Everyone in every country, county or town will look up and see the same stars and it’s amazing and tranquil. Wow.
After being away for just one week so far, I’ve had a feeling that I’ve not experienced before, (And I’ve been on holiday countless times). I don’t want to return to England…
I don’t particularly want to stay in Malaga or North Africa, however i don’t want to go home.
Before, when it’s been brought up in conversation, I’ve said i couldn’t live anywhere other than England, away from family and friends. I’ve already wanted to travel, for months at a time eve. But this time it’s different. I’ve been away with the love of my life and being away feels like experiencing freedom for the first time. Free from day-to-day life in England and free from useless, interfering people.
Ah.. maybe i’m getting to the root of my problem.
I don’t want to go back because i don’t want to go back to life, when you’re away; you could be anyone. No one else knows of you, nobody can bother you and nobody can interfere with your life.
I just want some peace. Away from technology and the problems that life throws at you. I want to go days where i don’t even look at my phone and the people around me do the same.
Guess i’m asking to much? For just a bit of peace from life.
Peace from problems.