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The return…

The return…

Last time I got back from travelling, I felt completely shell shocked. I couldn’t settle and everything that had once seemed so much fun (sharing a flat in Nottingham) was no longer right. But I don’t think this was down to having ‘caught the bug’. Well not completely anyway.

I’d never wanted to be in Nottingham, not because it’s not a great city – it is well worth a visit if you’re in the region. And going back there, just made me realise how much I wanted to do and how little I wanted to settle down – at least not there anyway.

People often talk about the feelings when you return – a sense of being lost, flightiness, a desire for more. And I identified with them because I knew what it felt like. But this time, things are different. Read the rest of this entry