I have had a week of being home and basking in the glory of being able to say I have been on my first holiday since 2011. I have returned to my Bermuda Triangle, which I think Wakefield can now consider to be the most northerly point. Maybe it is a Bermuda Parallelogram. I still fill like my week in shores not British, was the treat of treats for my eyes.
I have long said, embarrassingly so, that since my diagnosis I see beauty in most things that I have not seen before and even in some things I have, as my Instagram profile would testify. Being able to see six distinct places that I have not seen before nearly made my eyes explode with glee. I could not live in the moment. I wanted to record everything for the time in my future when I will once again be strapped to a bed longing to see something not contained within four walls. Negative maybe, but I feel like it would be nice to say when that time comes that “I did that once, maybe I could do it again.”
It is of course somewhat surprising that my velcade damaged hands managed to keep hold of my iPhone long enough to take over 300 photographs, but they did. It is because they did, that I am now able to share some of the highlights. Do not fear, there will not be 300, but there will be sunsets.
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