Today something significant happened. Although I cried a bit (harder than I thought I would), I now realize that I can move forward. I'm trying to pass it off as a giant relief, after two years of uncertainty and periods of manic depression. Now I can reap the sweet rewards that come via the stupidity of the Greater Manchester Police. I'm hoping it will all balance out somehow.
'3 Minutes to Salford' is an acceptance--the acceptance that comes from sitting on an overcrowded train on a rainy morning in Northern England, heading into the grim heart of an industrial city. I know when that train pulls into Manchester Victoria, it's only 3 minutes to Salford, where I will disembark and slosh through the puddles to work. I accept that I've been on automatic for quite some time now, and I wish for anything I could be 3 minutes away from a better place.
Yeah, I guess it's all symbolic. This is essentially going to be a travel blog. I still have a good 5 months to go before I meet my husband in Paris to begin our travels. I have a few more things to sort out until then. In the meantime I'll still be taking that train into Manchester, walking through those miserable puddles--but I just might be somewhere else during that time.
Wow sarah , I am intrigued by where your travels willtake you and hope that you are able to find further cathartic travelling experiences on trains, planes and foreign vehicles and even walks. I hope you can double your timeless thoughts andbegin to relax in new spaces and sights. I look forward to reading your stories and thoughts but hope that you come back to manchesteras I will miss you. You have a fb time and I hope to see you soon. Xxxxx leah your fellow yankashire lass
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