A Brief Interlude

Last year I arrived in Vancouver with a heart torn in two and a playlist called Sad Girl Spring. This year I arrived with the lightest and most impressive amount of hand luggage, a fringe, newly pierced ears and a slightly better attitude. Things are off to a good start! 

My friend Sam and I were talking earlier this week about how going away for an extended period of time is an emotional rehab of sorts. It’s an opportunity (not always welcome) to assess your emotional state, address any toxic thoughts (in my case, prolific) and find a way to reason with them (in other words, detox). It’s embarrassingly cliché to say that stepping into nature will help you do this, but I believe it’s true, alongside eating lots of crucifierous vegetables, drinking sour beers on the beach with your best friend and playing footsie with a baby whose only job in the world is to open her eyes and absorb the world’s enormity and novelty. 

I’m going to let myself off the hook and not write a full essay today because to echo the wise words of a friend, I’d rather do it good than rush it for the sake of putting it out there. I’m thinking a lot about what it means to take care, wellness in two disparate cities, letting go of jealousy, FOMO, and why rice bowls and salads taste better in Vancouver. I’ve spent approximately 89% of my time here on the beach, been in the sea five times and slipped back into nature mode so easefully at the same time as thinking about how great London is and the importance of a really great pub snack (sausage rolls and scampi fries). 

See you next week for some food for thought on either the art of dressing, being an agreeable woman or the perils of romanticising life, haven’t decided, let chaos reign!!!