Monthly Archives: August 2014

Back out

Queen Mary's Garden in Regents Park. The rose garden is incredible.

Queen Mary’s Garden in Regents Park. The rose garden is incredible.

It is a beautiful August day here in London and instead of being out enjoying the day, I write type this blog propped upright with pillows on the couch with a hot water bottle wedged up against the left of my back. Somewhere in my frenzy of strength training right before bed on Sunday, I pulled some muscles in the lower left of my back. I didn’t notice anything at the time of course. Nothing stops leg lifts and squats. Monday morning I felt a niggle, but I sucked it up thinking it was a small little injury. I even cycled home hard and relaxed Monday night with a few brews to take the sting out.

I was wrong. I woke up Tuesday in a lot of pain.

I ended up being off work two days this week, only appearing at work on the days I had meetings I didn’t want to miss. Oh and I had the Great British Beer Festival. I couldn’t miss that either as it was a chance to numb my back with the sweet armpit taste of English cask ale. So I’m laid up all weekend, hoping by Monday that my back feels good enough to go out and look at trees. I can’t stand another day in the office. I’ll go crazy.

Late night on the road

My brain the last few weeks though has been seeking out escape, despite things here being pretty damn good overall. Seeking escape has lead to Colleen going to Colleenland. It’s a dark, mysterious and distant land, which no one wants to go to. Especially me. I’ve struggled to interact with the world around me at some points with no real reason and no real cure. It’s not the first time it’s happens so I know it normally goes on for a few days or a week and then dissipates. But I think I’m through that rough patch now. I spent most of the time stuck in my books, avoiding people so I wasn’t mean or saying anything stupid. It’s the best path for me.

I want to think my escape is because I don’t have a airplane/train/car reservation at the moment. No trips booked after being pretty booked up for about 8 months straight is a difficult high to come down from. Although it’s been lovely to catch my breath and not have to do anything on the weekend, I do believe I am a nomad at heart. Staying put for a long time is hard and I’ve kind of just told myself I’ll stay here in London for a minimum of 2 more years. Somewhere in my head, I don’t want to have such plans of putting down more roots. But it really is the best thing at the moment for myself, my job and my life. At least it seems that way.

So. This weekend I am actively engaging in escapism the only way I can with a hurt back and no money: reading Cheryl Strayed’s Wild and watching Ewan McGregor’s show Long Way Round. I’m not sure if it’s helping or fueling the fire, but I’m going to keep the course. I see another travel book being read next, which will blend in nicely with both that book and that show. When those are done my new class will probably be starting and I will once again be too busy to have time to day dream about getting away.

I leave you with some nice, random photos from the last couple weeks and I hope you’re all having a good time wherever you are.

More Regents Park

More Regents Park

We moved offices last Friday. This is the last time I will be able to see this view of London Town. A bit sad.

We moved offices last Friday. This is the last time I will be able to see this view of London Town. A bit sad.

Me and John late night at St. Pancras

Me and John late night at St. Pancras

Young Elms of Hampstead

Young Elms of Hampstead

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