I have friends that travel a lot for their work. Some are very bored and breezy about it – "another day, another airport". Then there are others who never lose their sense of wonder. They drink up new cities, even if it's just a glimpse from a grotty taxi en route to a boring meeting.
I want to look at the world like that again. I've been in the UK for 7.5 years now and at some point it started to feel like home, in good and bad ways. It's easy to slip into routines and ruts and stop exploring. You stop seeing things with an outsider's eye. I saw a sign on the motorway, Edinburgh 10 miles and was almost surprised… Edinburgh? That ye olde place with the big castle? I live near there?
And London had become That Place Where My Sister Lives. Somewhere you pop down to for a quick visit, like a childhood trip to Orange with The Mothership to buy some jelly fruit. But dude… it's LONDON! When I was a teenager on a farm reading 6-month old imported copies of Q magazine, the other side of the world seemed impossibly far away. So when we were there recently for Dr G's birthday, I made sure not to let my eyes glaze over famous sights.
I don't have any witty insights here… it just feels good to be awake again; to re-fall in love with it all.