Weird feeling
This is so odd… I can’t *wait* to come back to England… I had a taste of ‘normality’, shopping for Xmas trees at B&Q, watching telly on a Saturday night with wine and nibbles cos there’s nothing else to do, sleeping with the window open to let COOL air in… Knowing my family are close by… God, I miss it so much….
But I am going to miss Burma so badly that just writing this post is making me think about the reasons I’m leaving…. What a fantastic 2 years it’ll have been. I finally discovered what ‘love’ actually means to me, I also lost it. I have learned patience and I have finally discovered the amazing energy, creativity and limitlessness of children.
Should you visit Burma? Possibly… Otherwise, all you’ll ever know is opinion rather than experience. And experience will lead to awareness, and that can’t be bad.
I am the same person I was 2.5 years ago, but parts of me have changed forever.
I think part of me is surrendering to its eternal grasp on my heart and my conscience. Why am I struggling to decide if I want to stay or if I want to go? Because I know that no other place can ever live up to the surprises, the endless hope, the endurance, the resilience, the fluffy, pink, smiley-faced, kitten-loving, pyjama-wearing happiness of Burma.
