The Train

This Summer is a Summer of many journey’s – actual and emotional. Each trip is so different and brings with it such different emotions. Alcala brought with it a journey of self that can only be described of as uplifting, enlightening and hopeful. As I sit on the train returning from Durham, while an enjoyable trip, my reflections of the last couple of days have been filled with sadness, regret and loss. A process of grieving is being undertaken and the manageable days fall into the unbearable days fall into the uplifting days, all without any discussion with me or respect for appropriate timing. Crying in my Auntie’s kitchen was not quite how I would have wanted my visit to be remembered! Recovering from the end of my marriage is going to take far longer than I dare allow it.