Examinations week...well...fortnight, is happening at the mo...and I've done my one exam! So I've decided to pop home for a few days.
The past few weeks have been a bit tough and I felt like I needed to get away for a bit. I think I'm going to go for a walk tomorrow.
I've been writing beginnings of songs and then not being able to finish them because my feelings have changed halfway through.
I took the train and then the boat back to the Island. Even though I get nervous about travelling alone, I enjoy the thinking time that I get.
I think about the people at the station, I think about the things that we pass as I look out the window...
Today, after we had left the station I looked out the train window and saw some interesting things.
I saw a little cottage. - Derelict - the roof had collapsed, and it was about the size of a room. It sat neatly within the hillside, surrounded by trees with broken branches, and their silhouettes were emphasised by a very grey, wintery sky.
It was a sorry sight, and I only saw it for about a second, but the image was so enchanting that my mind couldn't help but fill it with colour.
I wondered who had lived in the little house and whether children played in the branches of the trees, or just one person lived there to escape from existence. It must have been a very secluded place to be...and I guess the seclusion would have been emphasised by the constant passing of trains...
The trains keep going, but you're not on board.
Looking at this cottage from the train I felt quite peaceful...I was picturing this scene, but I was moving. I was not a part of it. I was travelling...moving forward...and I felt good about this.
Even though the past few weeks have been tough, they have been necessary. I have learnt from them, and I know which direction I am going in. Forward. I will be Holly - and I will keep discovering who she is.
As someone said to me recently: Life is a journey, you can't be static.