Musings

Dear Wilfred,

I woke up this morning with this image in my head. 

Today marks the day that I got on a plane and left behind everything that I knew, running at full speed toward the unknown.  

Letting go of those that I loved and all that I knew. Excited to do so.  

4 years ago I found bravery inside me that I had never known. I didnt think that I would leave my home but when the time came, it was as natural as breathing. 

The balloon will never come back. All the magic it held, all the good memories, the people I will never see again, the familiar, the smell, the languages, the moments of light. Gone. Remembered fondly and sometimes with heartache.

I can't complain as my new life has give me the stability that I longed for, my fur babies, love, safety, autonomy and healing. 

Every now and then I think about that balloon and I smile at days gone. Not knowing if I will ever go back. I think that Banksy was onto something. Whether it is lost innocence, setting something free or encouraging people to always have hope, there is chance to live without fear of what comes next.

If I go back, I expect that I would find it much changed, and without you there to give it meaning. I wonder where you are and what your balloon looks like and what you remember fondly and with teary eyes. 

That's all for my musings today.

Love you,

Always & forever,

xxx