My kind of holiday

Day one of #100DayChallenge

I wonder what it will be like to sleep in my own bed again. I haven’t done so for three weeks and it will be another few days yet before I get to it. 

Last year, one of my nieces asked me when I was eventually going to stop galavanting. I’m thirty six and the longest I’ve lived in one place since moving out of home was four years. 
I’ve just spent three weeks on holiday. My kind of holiday. This holiday has been travelling around parts of South Britain visiting friends. My kind of holiday involves people. Less and less does it involve site seeing. My kind of holiday includes lots of train journeys and busses. Rarely does it involve hotels or standing still. 
This photo is of my bags. They’re not quite the bags I left home with. They’re too full. There are things I’ve carried around because I thought I might need them. I didn’t. 

I’ve learned a lot over the last few weeks. I’ve learned how lovely people are. I’ve learned to value my likes. And I’ve learned that every day is part of the Adventure.


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