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Aint Lost....

  • By girly-d
  • On 22/12/2017
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I love it here.

This eclectic, bohemian little thrown-together town, with it's winding cobbled streets and every kind of shop. It's incredible.

It has a bad reputation, this crazy little town. It's the end of the line here, so the streets are filled with the lost, the lonely and the mis-understood -  exiting the platform with their crumpled train tickets and their rucksacks full of dreams. But I love it. It suits me perfectly.

 

 

 

In eight days I know more about this place than I do about my own town.....which speaks volumes. I know the backstreets and the alleyways, the short-cuts and the secret passageways. I'm finding all of the little nooks and crannies.....the 'blink and you'll miss them' hidden little treasures.

And I love it. I'm excited here.

I'm not a hermit in this town, I'm an adventurer. My days are filled with possibilities -and my nights are filled with him.

This guy of mine. 

The guy who opens my eyes to new experiences. Who educates and inspires me. He's the reason that I come here to this magical little place.

And we talk and debate and we shop and we cook, and we peer out of windows and down into the streets as we people watch and immerse ourselves into the very fabric of this town.

And we listen to the buskers and we watch the parades, and we raise our glasses and thank our lucky stars that we have all of this stuff, right here, right now.... and we wring every last bit of enjoyment out of it all.....making every second count.

Because we were lost once. Two strangers in strange towns with nothing left to lose. And we know only too well how it feels to reach the end of the line with no hope for the future and nothing to left cling on to.

But we learned from that. And we cherish what we have now. The memories we are making....our time with each other.

So I love my time here. I miss it when I'm away.  I miss him.

And I can't wait to be back ...mooching around, getting inspiration - doing nothing in particular, just enjoying what I have.

 It's been a long long time since I've felt this way.  I wasn't sure that I'd ever feel grounded again. But there's something about this town.....and there is something about him.....because for the first time in years, I know that the minute that I get off that train, that I'm not lost....I'm just wandering....

 

 

 

 

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