Photo by K.L.R.
*Cue Spotify playlist “Favorite Michael Buble Songs”*
Music to fit my mood–and to set the tone–is necessary. I want to write, I want to create. One of my favorite things is sitting down to a blank sheet or notebook of paper. Sometimes I simply crave writing–I want to write, something, anything, WORDS!
However, there is a chance this blog post creation will be the sum total of my creative writing today–barring some unexpected strike of inspiration.
I’ve been in England for 24 days. The adjustment is much harder than I ever expected. I hesitate to use the words “depressed”, but things that normally appeal greatly to me, I have no desire to do–especially alone. Yes, perhaps loneliness is a better word, but I don’t want to go out and make friends. I’m enjoying the solitude of my room and the family interaction with the Pfeiffers. My life in the States was…crazy. Busy=understatement. Maybe my body, mind, and soul are relishing the pause–and aren’t ready for it to end.
A day will arrive when I crave people; I’ll want to get out, and London won’t be prepared for me. But, for the time being, my little room is perfect. I have a desk when I feel structured, a chair when I want to curl up, and a comfy bed when I want to lounge about. Perhaps a book–an old friend–is just the remedy. The thing I just realized…I brought mostly books I haven’t read but have been on my reading list. Drat. I may need to pop into a local book shop (good thing they are plentiful) and find an old friend.
Cups of tea and talking with friends in America definitely helps (I’m VERY thankful for technology and social media).
Family, too. My parents, brother, and others are supportive of this venture. It helps ease the transition.
And…cups of tea ;)