I know that title doesn’t seem to make sense at first glance. However, I can explain. Lately, I have been going through bouts of feeling high and low as is normal when looking back at the past and looking ahead to the future all at once. Nothing unusual. Everyone has those moments although recently, I’ve been leaning more towards a restlessness which I can’t fully explain.
Alhamdulillah, I am in a fortunate position to be able to say that I’m heading off on a short break to escape the monotony of life for a while. My destination is the Peak District in England – a little respite offered by Mother Nature that nestles quietly in the middle of this verdant green island of ours. It will feel like deja vu since I am returning to the same place where wonderful memories were created exactly two years ago with my boys and their cousins. Some people would argue that you can’t recreate the same experience twice. I beg to differ. I leave tomorrow with the same high expectations that we will all have another wonderful time in that place inshaAllah. Even the vagaries of the British summer weather will not be enough to dampen my spirits.
This summer was originally the year I had planned to go abroad as it is this year where my boys would have all been at a suitable juncture of their lives; we could have escaped before the madding crowds had been released from their own work and school commitments. Covid changed all that but that’s OK. InshaAllah, I hope I can still fulfil that dream holiday in the not so distant future.
If it can’t be fulfilled, then I hope to travel alone to a destination I’ve never visited before. It’s something I want to challenge myself to do. I don’t pretend to go backpacking as an intrepid solo traveller but I would like to do something and go somewhere where I am able to just watch life go by and be uninterrupted in my thoughts. I want to do something completely on my own terms.
As for my imminent trip tomorrow, I have packed my travel journal. I last wrote in this book 16 years ago! Back then, my last notes were about our road trip from England to Mauritania and all the encounters and experiences in between. I am so glad I kept the journal as I can relive small details about my travels which would have definitely been lost to the wind had I not written them down. I’ve enjoyed many other holidays and trips since that time but never recorded them diligently. Usually, I didn’t have the time nor the inclination. Since I now have a new cartridge pen gifted to me by my oldest son, plus the journal with its empty pages waiting to be filled, I have the perfect excuses to pick up my pen and so I intend to write again.
InshaAllah, I shall return to my blog with an update and summary of my trip to the Peak District. I hope I can share tales of unexpected adventure, laughter, reflections and a deep appreciation of the beautiful world we all still inhabit. Alhamdulillah.