I had this strange sensation when I was away that I wanted to write, but had promised myself I wouldn’t as it was designed to be time away from everything normal. I noticed it has become ‘normal‘ to write now, which is notable, all things considered. In some ways I spent my time away thinking, but then in other ways I realised I made a concerted effort to think of nothing whatsoever.
I said there were some things afoot in our family. When we were away my husband got a job offer; the kind that has life-changing implications for us, so we spent days considering, pondering, reasoning, punctuated by swims in the pool and beach visits. I find sand between your toes helps in any decision-making process…
|the view from the end of my sun lounger…|
Meanwhile on other matters:
Every second morning I ran. Early, first thing, before the heat really took hold, I got up and went running, on a deserted farm track that hugged the golf course near where we stayed. Noticing olive, fig and citrus trees as I ran. Sometimes accompanied by stray Portuguese dogs (that made me run that little bit faster; fight or flight? Flight for me, all the way). So my husband and I ran alternate days; initially I beat his time running the same track, eventually he beat my time. I figured unfair: he has shorter legs! On those mornings when I returned and then swam in the pool, before everyone was up, I had moments of happiness that simply must be down to those exercise endorphins. I am not evangelical about many things but I have to say; running is the answer. It just makes you feel so good after. Not often during; but after.
The Boos were great fun. They excelled at late, balmy nights, ‘midnight’ swims, beach volley-ball at dusk, eclectic dinner menus (Piri-piri anyone?) and were altogether fantastic company. I realised, again and afresh, that babies grow into children who become the best people to chill with in my world. So many shared looks between their Daddy and I as we thought to ourselves ‘we made these cool people!’
Tropical warm climates are happy-making. No question. To wake to sunshine every day is a gift and I wonder now, as I come home to torrential rain and cloud – why do we live here? England is beautiful but really, would it hurt to be sunny just a little bit more often?
We lived like sloths. Well more importantly, I did. No cleaning, no laundry, no having to be anywhere at any time and I wondered – how can I hold on to this feeling of freedom? Normally, I am a slave to housework. My ‘part time’ job takes up too much of my time. The tyranny of the school run effects every day of life in term-time. What to do? How to maintain the holiday vibe? Suggestions on a postcard please…
I marvelled daily on how my girl, in particular, is growing up. Is that a nine year old thing? This child, who this summer learned to do backwards dives, can use her body in a way that I can only faintly recall when I was that age. She is just so clever and beautiful. A marvel indeed to me.
Is it wrong that I was back home for no more than a few hours before I started scanning the web for the next holiday? Live for holidays or live for life? Hmmm….
Back to the decision-making process; we mused the life-changes, we looked at every angle, and we decided yep let’s go for it. That was in the summer sun of Portugal.
Now we are home, events are actually unfolding in ways that we didn’t anticipate, so I am not sure whether it’s a stay or go situation afterall as the present employer has a card to play…will keep you posted.
So, now…what’s been happening with you?!