Honesty rules : Travel

So today I was thinking about things about myself, that I hide from other people because I am embarrassed to admit them. I find so many blogs are filled with seemingly perfect people, with perfect lives. Flaws are normal, they make us individual, so I am going to write about and start to accept mine.

Here is my confession: I don't really like travelling.

Yes, I swoon over pictures of norway, but actually I quite like being at home.

In New York I felt lonely. In Europe I struggle to eat because I can't explain my allergies. Spicy food makes me so ill. Acid comes out of my nose. I always get sunburnt and flying just exhausts me. I have mega passport paranoia and I am not good at asking for help when I am stuck. I have no desire to wander with a backpack. I feel awkward in other people's homes and I have nightmares.

I like my pillows and bedsheets, my pets and my favourite mug.

Confession over. I know that my love of home and distrust of travel comes from my need to be in control, uncertainty is stressful for me. I do however, love travelling to see my family. I adore my brother's home in Kentucky and love walking his dogs. At my sisters apartment in Berlin I feel cosy and love to borrow her clothes. What makes travel worthwhile for me is people, not places.... and I'm not too ashamed to say it.

Mr Parrot: Step by step

This last few months I have been working on a pottery project at my local pottery studio.

This is my parrot's journey from hollow tube to creature.

Wanderlust

Wanderlust [ˈwɒndəˌlʌst]

n

a great desire to travel and rove about

[German, literally: wander desire]

 

 

 

This week I have had a serious case of wanting to rove about. It started with a colleauge going to Port de Soller  in Mallorca. It has cute trams, beautiful beaches and lovely food. Sigh. And I was stuck at the office, feeling moany about work. I realised that my wanderlust actually didn't have so much to do with travel. 

It has to do with my life, and if I am roving through it, or setting out with intention. I wanted to be home, working on creative projects and finding my thing again. Finding the thing that makes me want to get up early and create. I read a blog this week about how we are all perfect, we just need to find our thing. We have the gifts and ability to do well at whatever it is, we just need to grab it and go.

I have long read and liked Jess Constable's mantra of desiging a life with intention. 

It is another trick to live that life with intention. 

Rape prevention...

This scheme launched in the UK yesterday and I felt an overwhelming feeling of relief that something is finally being done to challenge what the definition of rape and sexual violence are, especially for young people.

There is, what some may consider to be a shocking advert that directly shows a young girl being forced into sexual activty after having said no. There is a clear strategy about how this will target 13-18 year olds.

Hooray home office.