It could be the holiday blues. It could also be the fact that friends left for home this past weekend… It could just be that England really left a mark on my heart…
But I miss England.
I spent a good portion of my evening yesterday watching videos and scrolling through photos of my 2 months in the UK. Agh, I miss it.
From the time I sat quietly by my window and watched a fox scurry around in the grass, to the time I threw tea into the ocean on the 4th of July, to the time I sat in a hair salon for 3 hours so I could get my hair flaming red, to the time I drank two Long Island Iced Teas (and some other stuff) so that I could have the courage to sing a Rolling in the Deep in front of hundreds of people at a club, to the time I spent hours in London bookstores, to the time I marveled at all the greenery in Ireland, to the time I spent hours and hours staring out train windows… I. MISS. IT. ALL.
Summer 2016 was the game changer. Those two months of freedom in a country that I had only ever previously dreamed of going to completely shifted my life.
I miss adventuring. I miss exploring. I miss being completely out of my element. I miss the type of bravery I had there.
This is a promise to myself that I am going back. I’m going to do it. I will.
-Soli Deo Gloria