Away.

I spent the weekend in paradise and I cannot believe how much I craved being outside with nothing and nobody for miles around me, except for my family. My cousin and her in-laws invited my family over to their farmhouse somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and we thought it would be a good idea to take a road trip this weekend. So, we just packed an overnight bag, some trekking shoes and snacks and just set off.

I must say, I was not prepared for the day I had, yesterday.

The first thing I did when I got there was to put on my shoes and just go trekking. The farmhouse we were visiting was the only house for miles around, surrounded by hills. It was such a dream to even be there, breathing in the chilly, unpolluted air away from all civilization. I think it had more to do with the fact that I haven’t stepped out of my house in such a long time. I was positively thrilled to be somewhere that wasn’t home but still felt like it could be home.

If it were all up to me, I would’ve never left the place. I would have just stayed behind and written tons of poetry about a place that was everything I have ever wanted to escape to. I get it now, I really do. I understand why poets everywhere talk about running away to a place where nobody will ever disturb them. I felt unusually clear-headed when I was walking up those hills, not even falling short of breath at any point. I get why they want to hide away from the rest of the world and leave only their work behind when they leave.

Maybe it’s a thing people with a creative mind do.

Maybe it’s something we crave so much because, at the end of the day, we like the peace and quiet that comes with being in the middle of nowhere. We like how unbothered we can be. We like the freedom.

But freedom always comes at a price. Mine just happened to be sunburn. But that is okay because I still love that I got to spend a whole day out in the open, yesterday. I love that, when I woke up this morning, I woke up to the view of hills stretching out in an endless expanse in front of me. Who knows? Maybe this will clear whatever little writer’s block I have had going on for a while now.

Maybe it will make me want to go away to gather my thoughts more often.

I am just very glad I got to do that and tire myself out until I fell asleep the moment I shut my eyes, yesterday. It was the best sleep I’ve had in a very long time and I am sure I am going to get plenty of sleep tonight, now that I have completed all the work that I was supposed to do.

I’ll be back with a lot of actual content starting tomorrow, I promise!

Until then, sweet dreams! Xx


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  1. Sounds like this was a very needed trip, some time with family, fresh clean air, just to get away. I feel the increase desire for that too in recent times, in a way I never would have understood years ago.

    It would be good if we all had the option of taking time out on a more regular basis, but it’s often just not possible. I hope you can make the most of this time away from everything to clear your head and really refresh yourself. I hope it unlocks the writer’s block, too. Do you have some of that sunburn cream or calamine lotion, something for the sunburn?

    Sending hugs,
    Caz xxxx

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    1. Hey!
      Yes, this was a much-needed trip. It was only for the weekend, though. It did help with gaining a new perspective on things and it was a literal breath of fresh air, away from the city’s high-rise buildings.

      As for the sunburn, it soothed out as soon as I took a trek in the rain. It was a really good weekend!

      I hope you’ve been well, Caz! Sending you hugs, too! Xx

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