sometimes - coming home is harder than leaving ...
So, here I am, back from a break at the coast. I always feel a little discombobulated when I come home; changing one lifestyle for another; metamorphosing from feral creature to a tame one, prowling in a cage. Coastal living suits me; the idea of drifting around in old shorts and t-shirts faded from salt-spray, comfortable sandals on my feet; a simple way of living; packing a few essentials in a case; no need for many possessions - I like that.
A real break for me is not having to cook; eating simple, small dishes prepared by someone else everyday is a real treat, especially when sea food is involved. I love being outdoors all day too. Sea breezes help to take the edge off the heat, and feeling the sun lightly kissing your skin without making you feel too hot, is a joy.
I felt no compulsion to be connected to the internet; no need to keep in touch with the world; I didn't even open my journal whilst I was away; I simply needed to escape and enjoy, without feeling the need to communicate in any way. Do you feel like that sometimes?
Trying to find places where there were few holidaymakers was difficult as the lovely weather drew people out; but, mostly we managed to keep away from the crowds; which suited me just fine.
Now we are back home and the weather has turned from sun to rain; I am tempted to say that the garden needs it; but I won't. Everything is flourishing here; tomatoes have ripened; plums need picking before they all fall; the ground beneath the fruit trees is littered with over-ripe fruit that couldn't wait for our return. All jobs will have to be put on hold till the rain stops.
Getting back into a routine is always difficult for me; so I ease my way back into things slowly; taking refuge in my books, and ignoring the piles of washing and shopping for food that needs to be done. There's always another day!
In my mind's eye I am back by the sea shore looking out at the vastness of blue stretching to the horizon with longing in my heart; thinking of how soon I can return to where my soul is soothed.
Sometimes - coming home is harder than leaving.