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26. Heading Home Happy.

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My backpack felt really heavy as I lifted it from the floor of the train as the Elizabeth Line train pulled up at Terminal 2&3 at Heathrow Airport, London. The previous morning I had said goodbye to my UK family and took the train from Derby station to London. What I Carried! To get from St Pancras to Edgeware Station on the underground, just a few stops, I decided to try the cardless scan using my debit card.   When I checked later, I had been charged £14 for the quick journey.  Ouch!  The NZ dollar wasn’t buying much pound sterling these days so I was glad my travels were coming to an end.  Expensive! I spent the rest of the day walking around the city centre, visiting places that sparked happy memories, and not spending another penny, except for a cheap lunch. I walked down Oxford Street and suddenly I was amongst crowds of shoppers.  I went into several department stores and all were busy with shoppers buying up large.   I found...
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25. Not Ready Yet.

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  A few months back it felt like my return to NZ was an age away and I wondered if I would survive such a long trip, both financially and emotionally.  Now that I’m less than two weeks away from returning, I have been wondering how I’d survive back in NZ. Don’t come back yet, I’ve been warned by several friends.  The economy is still shite.  At least the days are getting longer, my mother remarked after saying the winter had been colder than usual this year.   I looked up at the cloudy sky above and then down at my legs and longed for some Italian sunshine on them.  Just as my memories are lightly fading of the travels across Europe and beyond, so is my golden tan sadly. The UK summers are a lot cooler, which puts the country in good standing should the earth really heat up and Europe melt away.  Needless to say, I’ve not donned my bikini since leaving Italy, and given the way I’ve been comfort-eating lately, it’s just as well! The cooler we...
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