I consider myself lucky (and blessed!) that the getaway I’ve been planning with my husband for the past few weeks did take place just before Lockdown 2. I would have cried real tears if we had been forced to cancel it. I have been to different Hilton hotels around Europe, including here in London. From an early age my parents used to take us around the world and Conrad Hotels (by Hilton) were often my dad’s choice of hotel.
This trip however is my husband and I’s first romantic staycation since we’ve been married.
I don’t really know how to start this post, but I just thought I’d share some observations I’ve made about myself lately. I am blooming. I am getting out of my comfort zone. I am taking bold steps. I am trying new things. I am asserting my worth. I am on a journey to becoming fearless and happier.
I’ve been meaning to pen down my thoughts about the last couple of months but if I’m honest I haven’t found the words. It’s been a whirlwind of emotions and I’m still processing it all. Today is Sunday 3rd May 2020 and we’re about to enter another week of lockdown. As much as we’ve found a routine that works for my little family and haven’t really let the lockdown affect us negatively, there are atill certain things we have had to adapt to.
There’s something really depressing about reaching your 30’s and realising you only have about four out of the twenty or so (amazing) friends you had a decade ago. And as much as I believe in quality over quantity, as much as I understand seasons and people – millennials especially – navigating life as best as they can and friendships sometimes dying in the process, to me this is still a difficult thing to come to terms with. My generation loves to perpetuate the idea of “No new friends” yet we’re also the first generation to have mastered the art of making friends on social media.