Funny thing they are, springs. Sure, you get them flowers blooming all pretty and whatnot, but you also still get the cold chill, you get the pollen allergy, rain and all. But then really, how can you mind it when it’s that pretty outside?
I went to the UK last month-ish. Anyone who knows me since way back then would know how major this is for me. Or at least how major that should have been. Liverpool and London, for 11 days. Sounds like the stuff I had been dreaming of since I was.. I don’t know, 9-10 years old? You’d probably guess that second sentence should’ve been “OMG YOU GUYS! I FINALLY GOT TO GO TO THE UK!”. Alas, of course something had to happen.. or some things, more like. Work just happened to become nearly unbearable. School exam got postponed to the exact week of my leaving. A certain little heartbreak happened. Health problems ensued.
I really hope nobody will ever get to feel the way I did just before boarding my flight. Knowing that you’re going to the place you’ve been dreaming of for a long long time, and not actually wanting to go at all, not sure if you’re going to want to do anything at all there. That felt utterly terrible, that much I can say.
As if it wasn’t enough, the weather in Liverpool was not sparing me any mercy at all. I’m a fairly tough girl, but under the need of serious medication and high fever after more than 24 hours of traveling, the slightest gust of wind sent me spiraling for a bit. I was so sure that trip was doomed right from the start.
Somehow, ironically, it was something told by the said heartbreaker that suddenly clicked within my head one day while aimlessly strolling through the city: “This is the spring time for you. Things are planted. Wait for them to grow”. I looked outside right away and the view was the one I had posted above.
Nobody could have told me that wasn’t a sign that things are going to turn around.
Sure enough, I started feeling heaps better and finally started enjoying the remainder of the trip. Even more so, the weather in London just happened to be lovely as I got there. I don’t care how Londoners said it was technically the hottest Easter they’ve had in a really long time, to me it was great weather, full stop. Bad mood and sentimentality (and also sickness) aside, I managed to have a great time and enjoyed myself. I finally got my chance to enjoy the UK. Best of all, I managed to ride out the intrusive thoughts and not come home a complete wreck.
You have no idea how thankful I am to have made this progress. Hey, any progress, no matter how small, is progress nonetheless. At least I got to claim this little victory for now. And damnit, this girl with a lot going on in her mind and body actually managed to balance work, life, and health. Tell me you wouldn’t be thankful if it was you. You can’t tell me I’m not getting better. I may not be much healthier now, but I’m definitely living with myself way better.