Perspective

I've had a wonderful week in the USA. I've eaten lobster in Boston, gone to the top of the Rockefeller Centre in New York and sat on the beach in Miami. I've loved every bit of America, and the big heartedness of Americans themselves. Their openness and hospitality has genuinely touched me. Right until the last day, I would proceed every greeting of 'how you doin?', with a potted biopic of who I was and how exciting it was to be in America. Sometimes, I've got scared looks as the unsuspecting person backs hurriedly away (pilot guy in elevator, I apologise, it was my first day and I was bouncing. I'm sure you didn't need to get out when you did.....hope the next elevator was quieter, or the stairs weren't too much). But mostly, my enthusiasm has been greeted with smiles and enquiries about the UK.
I didn't want to come home, but the trip has given me a bigger perspective on the world and life. I can see that HD doesn't have to be the whole picture, and that the kids and I have a place too. Life is short, and there's a lot to pack in.