England is such a busy place; so full of hustle and bustle. So little time to be quiet and still. There’s always some distraction, something going on somewhere to see or do. If I lived here I’m not sure I’d ever get anything done. Perhaps it’s merely that I’ve become unaccustomed to it but everywhere seems so hectic, so full of rush and stress.
A simple short trip to the shops has me reaching for the wine on my return; an anaesthetic after the of presence of so many people and cars.
And yet people that live here seem to get things done. Seem to get on with life. Achieve things.
I stand in awe.
As wonderful as these four weeks in England have been; as much fun as it has been visiting family and friends, meeting some old friends for the first time and making brand new ones, I’m ready to leave now.
I’m ready for the peace. For the stillness. For silence.
I’m ready for the pristine white snow and gentle lifting of winter. For sledging and skiing, night skies full of stars.
I’m ready to go home.