I haven’t posted anything in a while, and now that I’m typing away, I don’t want to write about China (as I’d planned). I don’t even really want to write about travel at all.
I sat down this morning and thought about finishing off my post about Beijing. It’s sat there mostly finished. Really I should just finish it. But I don’t have any enthusiasm for it, and if I’m not writing with any enthusiasm, how can I expect you to read with any.
What I want to write about instead is home, and about trying to stay sane.
The last couple of weeks has been a welcome change of pace for us. We’ve been mostly hanging out with family, doing a bit of hiking, and these last few days swimming, camping, and going to the beach. Spring is turning into summer in Western Australia, and I’m looking forward to spending as much time as possible outdoors in the next few months.
This — and some sad news from back home — has got me thinking about aIl of the things we’re missing being on the road. Before you switch off, this isn’t (entirely) a moan fest. I am profoundly grateful for all the experiences we’ve had in the last year. I’m proud that we managed to carve out this time in our lives, and so very glad that we were in a position to make it happen. It was hard work saving up enough for this trip to be an option, and it was hard to let go of our life in the UK, but we are very lucky that it was possible at all.
But naturally, spending time with familiar people in a familiar kind of life is making the loss of hearth and home more prominent in my mind. Continue reading “On routine: reading, rambling, and mental health on the road”