MissTick
Thingish Things

I know I am guilty of neglect…there is nothing I can do, it’s just happened this way.I should’ve updated on return from Madeira and the intention was there,promptly, as it should…somehow all got lost within the folds of the days and the further I am getting from the arrival, more trying it becomes to find words worthy of typing. Perhaps, it was the fault of the weather. Having plummeted from one extreme into another…from the sunrays in my eyes into the snow blizzard on a night motorway…brrrr…it is truly cold. And after 10 days of being heat-less my home turned into the Ice Castle. I am literally existing within a boundaries of a single room these days, as it is easier to bring a smaller space to the liveable condition. Perhaps, it was also the chill of the absence of the welcome hugs…having not a single soul waiting for you can be somewhat disenchanting, not that I expected a miracle, mind you. And perhaps, in better times it would have slipped through unnoticed…but the chilly reality frost bites slightly more then she would’ve otherwise and I am getting stiff with cold literally, inside...and out as well...

Oh well, I’m finally here and since I am here, might as well leave few afterholiday notes. We have landed at Gatwick on a Friday night, only 3 hours later then the flight was scheduled and with the current situation in the frost-bound country I consider us lucky. We could’ve have it so much worse, but instead we had a fabulous time being delayed in Madeira – they have The Most Passenger-Friendly Airport I’ve ever passed by in my travels. I cannot find a single thing to complain about. It was good until the very moment of the landing in UK. Being dropped from +20 into the snowdrift had a chilling effect, literally. We had to wait for half-hour for the car parking staff to dig out my car from under the snow. And the driving was somewhat challenging, not as much for the icy roads, but more for the tiredness from the long way home…but all is well what ends well and our journey has a happy ending, obviously, since we did managed to get home eventually, safe and sound. Guess, I have no legal excuse for a rant.

Once I’ll sort out all 300-something pictures, I’ll write few travel notes about little island that they mistook for paradise when first discovered it. But for now I want to say one thing. Unrelated to the wonderful place I’ve been away to, this time my journey helped me to realise that from now on it will be alright to celebrate holidays at home. No longer I feel the need to run away, there is no more fear to stay in a family home without a family. This time I found myself missing my home. Just a home, nothing special at all. Guess, this means – I’m ready…for whatever I am supposed to be ready for. Time does heal indeed…This was all I wanted to say for now. Happy New Year to me and to all…