I'm going on the Camino again tomorrow. 500km of walking and 25 days of space. I'm looking forward to the distance from the intensity of London.
When you haven't written in a while there's an urge to acknowledge that absence. I last published something here in January last year. Since then, the main bullet points were getting severely ill in Edinburgh, surviving my final uni exams, recovering through manual labour in Italy and then building a new life in London where I've been for the last 12 months. Through all of this, writing seemed like a luxury that I couldn't afford. I was clinging to any energy I had left and was reluctant to spare it on anything deemed extra to the immediate challenges in front of me. In hindsight I think this was a mistake; Creating, even something small and simple, helps you feel alive. While it takes energy, it often gives back more or gives back something different.
I was travelling through Washington and California earlier this year and ended up in a hostel in San Francisco that Joe and I went to 6 years ago. About 30 of us went to a local Indian restaurant for dinner and I was sat next to a group of 'lads' from Melbourne. Most of the chat was about where people were travelling to next and reflecting on the pros and cons of American and Australian sports. Towards the end of the evening one of the guys said something accidentally profound that stuck with me. He was talking about his life in Melbourne and said no matter where he goes and how long he's away, Melbourne will always be home for him. His friends, family, the culture, the way of life, the beaches, the food will always be what he came back to. Some people appear to be comfortable settling into a completely nomadic lifestyle but the thought of having somewhere relatively consistent to return to is appealing.
The constant moving of the last 6 years have been great but also disorientating. The four 'homes' of Rome, London, Sydney and Edinburgh are in continual rotation. Overall, however, London is becoming the place where I return to. It's big enough to keep exploring but with individual pockets of community that you can eventually settle.
An obligatory NYE walk at Belhaven Bay in Scotland sparked the usual planning for the upcoming year. As much as possible I wanted to try and build foundations here. London has its challenges, it can seem like seeing your friends is a once a quarter battle rather than a regular involvement in each others lives. That's not always the case though and when two people are both willing to make the effort there will always be time to connect.
New people too. I'm joining a new lacrosse club, I go to a board games club (lol), being regular at Church and home group, getting more involved in my livery, joining the squash ladder. You have to keep trying, keep putting yourself out there. The people you naturally connect with will be obvious. One of my closest friends is someone I didn't know this time last year and we have played squash every week for the last 7 months.
I'm excited about this time away and equally excited about coming back with hopefully new energy and fresh ideas.