Yesterday should have been my first day at home after a journey of a lifetime to Australia and New Zealand. Ah, the best laid plans. Instead I’ve been home for nearly three weeks and have already completed my photo book and am awaiting its delivery from PhotoBox.
I enjoyed putting the book together and sifting through my hundreds of photographs. Although my adventure was cut short, I still managed to do a lot and it was fun looking back at the photographic evidence.
And yet, although I have physical memories of my travels, I find that I have no emotional ones. I feel as though I’m looking back across many years and all I remember are the facts. I’m not sure why this should be so for I had a wonderful time seeing places I’d dreamed of and meeting up with family again after a long and eventful time.
Is it because my return was abrupt and unexpected, the travel drawn out and COVID-19 the only thing on the collective mind? Certainly Scotland felt like a different country. Has anyone else had a similar experience?