Time heals a lot. A year ago I went on a family holiday and took a break from social media and tried to enjoy it and looking back I did, but to an extent. Not a criticism of the holiday or my parents and brother but it gave me a false sense of security and being ok. Basically when I returned from it, I spiralled into depression again.
Fast forward a year later, there is something nice about a holiday in April and I’ve just arrived in New York. A few days by myself, exploring the museums, running, doing a bootcamp and plenty of eating, followed by a few days with a friend I met through run club. Last year if you told me I would have the confidence to fly to a big city by myself, pay for it and enjoy it I would not have believed it.
Flying out of Heathrow gave me a chance of real and honest reflection, helped by a glass of bubbles and my fascination with planes. Honestly could sit and watch planes taxi and take off for hours. It’s all a bit full circle as I lived in Texas for four years but haven’t been back to the States since I left in 2004, 12 years ago! We did have a family Thanksgiving trip to New York one year so I’m excited to see if everyone is still as big!