I was completely choked about leaving home today. Despite my allergy to mornings, I even got up extra early to squeeze in one last walk with Dad around the fields up the top. White mist was hanging in between the darkness of the hills, and it was already burning off in a heavy haze.
So I’m back in London... back in my Garden Flat, back to the grind tomorrow, back on the dance floor on Tuesday night... back, but happy to move my life forward in a very different way now.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment