I am beginning to stray into the realms of my hopes / dreams / plans for 2017.
But maybe that is entirely appropriate for the mid-point of my Advent-ures.
I am almost half-way there.
Wherever "there" might be.
So... I left London in 2004.
I lived there for 17 years.
And I have never been back, not even for the day.
And the longer it has been, the greater the gulf has grown between my old life and the new.
I am a farm girl now. A hermit? Maybe.
But sometimes I long for culture.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh how I long for culture!
Imagine a place with art and music and theatre and people who care about those things?
When I picked up a copy of The Skinny in Edinburgh, I was struck by how the listings stopped at Dundee.
[N.B. Disclaimer: This is not the corporate line. Come to Aberdeen, it is a vibrant cosmopolitan city. Obvs.]
I have been watching the knitting podcasters "vlog" their way through advent, and I have felt the longing build. London? New York? Berlin? Wow.
There are plenty of people in my organisation who think nothing of flying to London for a meeting and coming back the same day.
And although I would prefer to have a grown-up (probably tall and male) sleeve to hang on to in the crowds, it's about time I got my city legs back (like sea legs but wobblier).
Even if it just for the day.