I passed with flying colours, I have a wristband and paperwork to prove it. Three policeman, including a sheriff ((I didn't know we had sheriffs here thought they only existed in Texas) and three nurses in masks, gloves and gowns knocked on the door. I was jogging whilst watching the final episodes of The Big Bang Theory and was worried when they approached me with a thermometer that my temperature would be up and I'd have to stay in for another 14 days! Strangely my temperature was slightly below but luckily I was still cleared for takeoff any time after midnight. Had there been a bar open that made Italian style Negronis, I would have been gone. Sadly that was not the case.
My mind wanders around the thoughts of going home. I have been happily homeless since I left for Europe last year. Even when I returned for a month, I didn't unpack anything but the necessities. My suitcase lay open on the floor ready for immediate leavetaking, as it was on my travels. There are two travelling types I've discovered - those who don't unpack in hotels and those that do. I'm the former (I'm sure it has some psychological meaning that one day I should go into but not now). I'm not looking forward to unpacking and storing my suitcase as it means reality has closed the door firmly on my travelling anytime soon. Maybe I'll leave it open for a while, I can't imagine settling down again. I feel I am a gypsy at heart. Maybe it was because, after the age of 8, we moved almost every year. I've learnt I can live with very few possessions and a limited amount of clothes plus, I've always fancied living in a gypsy caravan; definitely Romany blood in me I'm sure.
I was escaping from reality for another year by travelling. I admit it. I am widowed, the daughter is well on her way towards her own life so it's time I decided what to do with the rest of my own. Trouble is, I don't really know yet. Another year would have brought me a bit more time, now I'm going to have to really try and work it out. To be honest, I'm a bit scared of a return to normalcy because that's where decisions have to be made. Unless of course, I become a travel writer. Now that's an idea. Watch this space.
Ps. The pigeons and I will miss each other. They have been my source of interest for 14 days. If I'd stayed any longer, I fear I would have asked them why they stand on the edge of high rise buildings. I feel they would have answered.
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