Sometimes you have
to go alone
I personally hate going out of the house by my self. Even when it has to be for 5 minutes to the supermarket to buy something to eat. It will take me at list 1 h to drag myself out of the door for anything. Years ago just the idea of seeing me like this was ridiculous.
When me and Alin where living in Italy,I was outside every single day biking, hiking . What I don’t understand is. Why in England everything just stoped? Shot the door to anything and everything that is outside my bedroom door. Play it safe, probably. But it time to wake up, go in the world again and live a life. Even if sometimes means doing that alone.
A to do list, the first thing that came to my mind. Painshill park is one of the many places in that list and it was time to brake my fears.
Honestly it was the weirdest thing to walk alone in a park. While back in Italy I felt very comfortable and breathing easier, England it yet to became my home, it will be a long journey . Its an extremely hard work to live everything behind and move to another country. You never realise until you do it. Pack all your most needed thing and move across the world. At the beginning its simple, the first weeks is like being in holidays, first months to busy looking for a new job a new home, a new supermarket. After a year it starts to kick in; nostalgia, family, friends, your favourite chips are miles away. Me myself and my mind a dangerous place to be, a dangerous place to go.
Of course there are thousands of parks in London and surrounding, amazing long walks and you can’t bet how clean and perfect everything looks. But I miss so much the mountains, is just that feeling of home. For 24 years of my life everywhere I turned my head, there were mountains, 360* of mountains.
Do you have problems adjusting to a new home?