Explain to me why it is, it’s the mornings I find most difficult. Home suddenly feels a million miles away. I wake early 5.30am perhaps and I think about taking the next flight home. But I know when I’m home I can’t come back. It’s a recurring dream. When I’m in Ecuador I have this dream that I’m suddenly in England and I can’t get back here. When I’m in England I used to dream that I’m here in Ecuador and that I’m not ready to be. Here without a purpose and no-one is ready to receive me.
But they’re only dreams and of course life continues as before. And I am here and England is there and everyone is getting on with things just as before.
And 3 months is such a short time, it’s just the distance and the early morning shadows. That’s all.
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