I’m sure I’m going to get run over soon: I just keep looking left before I leap into the road. And it’s cold! Sunny and cold, but cold all the same. It’s all relative.
On the way to the airport, I kept thinking I’m going to miss that view, the mountains and the sea so close, the palm trees, even the billboards. 2000 miles later I find I was right.
I’m in London SW9 and it’s a real cultural mix here, just like the cafe’s clientele. It’s a world away from Cheltenham with its largely white middle class demographic. I find I’m more aware of those around me, listening more, noticing more, appreciating more. Different me? Maybe more me. Me but a bit more. And a bit more focused. That’s what international experience does for you…
Back in Gloucestershire everything seems just that little foreign to me. I guess that means I can see the familiar places and spaces with fresh eyes. See things not as a tourist but as a traveler with international eyes.