You know when it’s been a while, and you know you’ll be seeing someone soon, someone you used to be so close to, someone you knew in another time?
And you’re anticipating how awkward it could be – “I’m not even the same person I was when I knew them! This is an awful idea, some things are best left in the past!”
Then inevitably it’s okay, and you say things like “it’s as though no time has passed at all!” and “we just picked up where we left off!” because you’re talking in this shared language of what once was – using it to parse and communicate what now is, through the lens of everything that happened in the mean time...
You know that feeling?
But this is different, isn’t it? Is it? I mean, I’m shouting into the void. It’s a different void, but you treat it the same soft way... I’m different now... but this act of void-calling is not new to me. So much has happened in between, but we’ll get to that.
What did I get up to?
Well, mostly planning and executing a successful world first trek to Everest Base Camp with my boyfriend and friends... and subsequently deciding never to do anything so ridiculous ever again.
I’ve also learnt to confit a chicken leg, braise lamb cutlets, and make Mexican albóndigas.
I travelled to Australia, Mexico, France, and obviously Nepal. Oh and Deepest Wales?
I made a little home. That’s no small achievement.