Finally, Neo (tennis buddy and silly dancing buddy from Dobuy) has found a place to play tennis. We played this evening, so I imagine I will be unable to walk tomorrow. Hopefully this is the start of a weekly tennis regime, well as long as the weather holds up. On the last night we had drinks in Dobuy, we made a pact that we'd find a place to play tennis when we move back...9 months later ain't too bad!
It's not quite a tennis court on top of a 12 storey building next to a swimming pool with views of Shiekh Zayed Road! But a view of the glorious Thames will do just fine thank you :-)
I'm off for a happy clappy weekend of life fulfillment where I will come out the other side (Monday) feeling like everything is meaningless and I will probably want to jack in the job and go fight the Israelis! Well I already feel like doing that.
After 8.5 months of being back in Blighty, I do finally feel like I am piecing my life back together and everything is falling into place. Having the rug pulled from under your feet not once, but twice (albeit by complete choice) is pretty testing on the heart and soul. Moreover, moving back to a place which you left for a reason is far more challenging than heading to a completey new environment.
Not only the echoes of your old life (the place I left 4 years ago) whisper around you, but also the voices from the life you left behind (Dobuy) is constantly shouting at you; not in a bad way... just a way. Constantly prodding at you, you miss it and long for bits of it to come back.
Now here's the good part. I created that life and can re-create it wherever I go and that is what I am doing. It's a blank canvass and I am taking all the good bits of everything I ever liked and keeping it in my life, whilst I continue to discover new bits of life I want to keep in my life. Which means there are no bad bits left. So, my life is becoming badbitsless.
It's amazing what a simple knock about in the tennis court can conjure up?!...
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