Once I was used to travelling ... then gradually complex circumstances crept upon us ... until the life drained out of my late husband and I was left alone ...
I had until then; gradually lost contact with all aspects of the world ... travelling included ... this is at a point in my recovery after:-
- The loss of my late husband
- The Funeral
- Living in Temporary housing for a few months
- Property Clearance back to the usual functions of a home after living with a hoarder
- Flooding when moved back in
- Crush injury to thumb
- Re-structuring all aspects of life
- Spending time with my late Dad before his life too; ebbed away from us
- This year expanding my opportunities in doing activities such as Voluntary Training ...
While all this was going on family introduced me gradually to life outside. Helping me acclimatise to the environments, we now take for granted ... to me it hits all the senses ... and the shadows of darkness that I feel and see ... and so much more ... after being inside too long ...
This is my recovery in travelling ... I welcome you onboard my part of the journey in getting out and about again ... after too long a time ....
