A Story About Travel

A Story About Travel

I've been taking some downtime to create some stuff just for the fun of it, I hope you enjoy...

I don’t know why, but I always think travelling looks so glamorous.

Especially when I see other people doing it.

Especially when I see other people doing it on YouTube.

Making awesome montages of their journeys.

Always seeming to be headed on some sort of adventure.

Some place of magical transition.

The funny thing is, I am not talking about travelling the world.

I am talking about little train journeys to and from somewhere.

A simple journey from one place to another.

A commute or sorts I guess.

Time to reflect and think.

Maybe it is because I have worked from home for the last several years and that has made these little journeys seem like something special.

Something exciting.

Getting a train or bus somewhere suddenly seems like a great adventure of self discovery.

Or maybe it’s just seeing other people do something that I don’t do.

You know, the grass is always greener sort of thing.

Either way there is enough excitement around this idea for me to have taken my little Canon M50 on the train to London and to record each step of my journey.

I’ve done this several times now.

And the footage has remained unused.

Untouched.

The problem I have had with each journey is that they always seems to go so fast.

They go in the blink of an eye.

I’m too busy trying to film what I am doing that I forget why I am here.

I spend so much of the time thinking about what needs to be done that I don’t manage to fit any time in to just stare out of the window and watch the world go passed.

I am here on an adventure of self discovery.

Time to reflect.

And then, when I get to where I was headed, I start to long to be home.

I miss my normal life.

Ridiculous really.

Yearning to go on an journey only to realise that is not what I wanted in the first place.

It seems like each little adventure I have had to London is a little reminder to me about how to live my life.

To enjoy the things I have.

To focus on one thing at a time.

To enjoy the journey.

To make time to gaze out of the window.

But, maybe the absence of my home is what I am yearning.

To make my heart grow fonder.

So I can step back and truly see how blessed I am.

Maybe I just need a little time away to appreciate how much I love my home and my family.