Sunday 27th September 2015
I am enjoying this little moment of silence today. Nothing drives me, nothing demands my time. I am me and that is enough.
Things are starting to fall into place. A little trip home last weekend took me down memory lane.
I dropped into Cotswold for a top up of my water pack, the old one was getting, well, old.
Cotswold has become one of my favourite places to meander through, it does not matter the city, I feel it connects me.
Just like when I put on my turquoise Down jacket, I remember sitting shivering (or not so shivering) in a tea hut, snuggled round a yak poo fire hearth, playing cards, spilling tales and weaving memories. Take me back.
It is a funny thing living a life in different plains. I feel one part of me is here, and another part of me is there. I am not sure if I mean ‘there’ to be Belfast, Nepal or both.
I spent my morning googling holiday destinations. I cannot make up my mind. Really, there is only one place I want to go back to and that place is Nepal. It is consuming my thoughts and taking over my ambitions and becoming my number one purpose. I will go back and I will do something, because I have to. That is all I really know.
When it’s known, I will tell you. Until then, I will leave you guessing just that little bit longer. Please let it happen.
Cross your fingers and toes with me, will you?
Tiny Indian Girl Up A Mountain 