Vic and I have both got that Journey song, ‘Don’t Stop Believing’, stuck in our heads tonight.
It’s such an earworm.
And it seems strangely apt as I type tonight. Because tonight I am just a small town girl (“living in a lonely wo-orld…”), and I’m back in the small town I call home. No matter where I go, what I do, who I meet, a little part of me will always belong here, will always feel that bit more settled here.
I swear, as I drove north on Monday, I felt a part of me just resound when the Highlands came into view. Small town England is very pretty and quaint, but big eff-off and huge gaping valleys you just cannot beat :). Tomorrow I head down to Aberdeen for a day and a night. Aberdeen’s another significant place for me, the city I lived in for four years as I earned my first degree. It was truly the best of times….and the worst of times. I don’t think there’s a place in the whole central mile that doesn’t have some connection to a memory, a person, an in-joke….the place is lousy with yesterdays!
As to the thing I’ve been thinking about (far too much – bloody downtime!)….I *think* I may have got it straight. Huzzah.
Right, time to pack. And rest. And probably listen to Journey again, if I’m honest.