Loving the Journey

Had an odd day yesterday I had to admit.

Actually - hold on! I just realised that the minute I notice I have had a good day, its suddenly odd. That's not right surely!

Had a good day yesterday! Ah there - better! In fact, I admit to having had a considerable amount of good days lately. The reasons for my good days are relatively inconclusive, and can't really be attributed to any particular event. I guess I got myself into a bit of a spiral where everyday was a downer and I just wanted to close my eyes. But not anymore!!

The reason for yesterday being such a good day is, I have to say, even more of a mystery to me, as I was bored senseless at work. I was sitting in what the technicians call "a holding pattern" (never ceases to make me smirk) as I was awaiting data from some other areas of the business before I could proceed with the project I had undertaken. As a result, I spent the day on "housekeeping" tasks and generally not doing much. I helped a few of the guys with some problems they were having, but for the most part myself and Colin sat and exchanged foolish witticisms for most of the day, including the theory that the muffin Colin was consuming was actually doing more work than us. I swear it chuckled at that revelation - as if mocking me.

Annnyyywwaaaayyy....

After cancelling my 6pm vid conference, I headed off early, and proceeded to head up to the flat (my new home as of the 8th of Sept) to pick some stuff up from Kevy. After some decent chat with Mr McAvinchey, and a bit of chat with Karen (who was dreadfully ill - poor sod that she is), I decided to make my way home.

It has to be said the meadows is a wonderful place to live in the summer. I decided to investigate local bus routes and so, instead of bee-lining for home, I meandered through the meadows, heading in the general direction of Forrest Road. The sun was going down, which cast a magnificent haze across the buildings of Edinburgh, giving the trees a phosphorescent glow between the mass of leaves still present. The place was still bustling with activity, but not in a Princes Street kind of way, and I found it to be extrememly pleasant.

Now, anyone who knows me is aware that I walk nowhere! It's not down to laziness (for the most part anyway), its more that I don't like to travel for too long, instead looking to arrive at my destination as quickly as is possible. I like the arrival at my location, not the journey to get there. That desire has hightened in recent years.

Still, I found myself wandering. Westwards towards Tollcross. Northerly towards Princes Street. North-Westerly towards Dalry. I wandered, not aimlessly, but curiously towards my destination, enjoying the jouney immensely. Still, even though the sun was all but down, did I enjoy the scenery, basking in the now dimming light of the big orange ball; Admiring the haze on Edinburgh's brickwork, and the glint on her windows.

It was, humourously, my stomach which broke me free of my glorious journey, reminding me that, whilst the greatest of travellers takes in all the sights he can on the way, he must still eat. It was then that I jumped on a good ol' bus to conclude my journey.

I walked into the house yesterday evening with a huge smile on my face (to the surprise of my parents, who have become used to my less than enthusiastic expressions in the last year since moving back home) and spoke evangelically about my experience, and how happy I felt.

It would seem I really did enjoy the journey. Long may that enjoyment, and that desire for life that I have been reminded of by some people, continue.