Then chronic homesickness, that painful yearning for the familiarity of my own bed whenever I left it, limited even family holidays to a week.
By the time I overcame that handicap in my late 50s I discovered a whole new world I never knew existed. Literally!
Falling in love with Paris started it. This introduced me to solo travel. Through which I discovered the freedom of exploring places without having to answer to anyone else. I also realised the liberation of facing your demons of loneliness fear and self reliance. Having faced these demons and lived with them, I know they are no longer the monsters I thought they were and I can cope with them.
Last year, when a friend dropped out of a trip to Krakow. I went alone anyway. And had a wonderful time. Through walking tours I met other solo travellers, some of whom had been travelling for months. There was the Indian-American man around 40. who had given up his job and had been travelling for 5 months, through south America. Asia and now Europe and an African American woman who had taken six months out to travel from New York to Nigeria, where she was starting a design business.
At the moment I am yearning to go somewhere, anywhere. I have to wait two weeks before I can escape to Paris for the weekend.
I find myself planning and scheming escapes. Even if it is local. I dream of taking my bike onto the Lancashire moors, staying in a hostel and cycling around for days in England mountains green,…. as in the song Jerusalem….. Which I hear in my mind every time I drive across the M62and reach the highest motorway point in England and see the spectacular view. I also remember that there are still victims of the moors murderers, Ian Brady and Myra Hindley buried somewhere up there
….. and then I am reminded of the old Sanscript proverb that was read out at our wedding
.Look to this day:
…and I realise I am truly blessed!