I’ve been reading quite a few various blogs lately, and some of them really made me want to go travelling again. I would have left tomorrow already, if I had the money and no responsibilities.

But with five horses and two rabbits to care for, I can’t just leave whenever I want to. And what to do with my OH? I’m sure he’d love to come, but when I think about travelling in moments like these, I always imagine doing it alone. Because then I can do whatever I want to when I want, and I don’t have to take someone else’s wishes and needs into consideration. It sounds selfish I know, but it’s wonderful!

Only myself to worry about, and I don’t have to do things I don’t care much for.
If I want to use the whole day in a museum or browsing through endless book- and DVD shops, or hang for hours outside a theatre stage door to get an autograph – so be it!

Well, I have to admit that my OH is the perfect travel companion though. I get to do everything I want to do, and he has few wishes. He’s happy as long as he can be with me, and he genuinely wants to learn more about the things I’m interested in. He’s such a fine man, and I’m very lucky to have him.

But there’s something special about travelling alone, the feeling of being the only one I know in a new place and loving it, and the feeling of being completely independent.

One of the places I long to go to when I get these cravings for travel is London. Always London. It’s like a second home to me. Or maybe the UK in general.
There’s so many places I still want to visit, and so much I want to see, so many people I want to meet. The island that looks so small on the map compared to the rest of the world, I feel has a lot more to offer for me than any other country.

Yes, I guess I’m an Anglophile. I’ve loved everything British since that trip with the school orchestra about a decade ago. It doesn’t sound like a long time ago, but it feels like a lifetime.

And after spending eight months working in Ireland and Surrey without going home once, I am longing to do that again. I was homesick some days, but I really felt at home where I was. I had a wonderful time, and it was such an adventure.

I hope I’ll be able to go on such a trip again before I really settle down here at the farm. Not necessarily working this time, maybe just going from place to place exploring the country a bit more. This can be done on holidays as well of course, but I’m not a fan of having time restrictions and the trip fully planned day to day.
I want to be spontaneous, stay in one place as long as I want, until I feel it’s time to explore another. Maybe take a detour here and there to explore something else.

I want to see more of the world as well of course, but right now it’s England I’m longing to see again. Both the familiar places and new ones, meet up with dear friends, be excited, discover new favourites and new tastes, and have tea in cosy tea rooms.