‘But there is room now in my heart for more memories,
carved by a letting go that I could find
only by coming home to a place I’d never been’
– Karen White
2018. Strange year right? Weird year to be honest, for me anyway. Football almost came home for the first time since 1966 in 2018. It didn’t though. However, in a plot-twist surprise to many, I did.
Like I said, 2018. A strange, weird year. Then again, when reflecting on my outline for 2018, I pretty much stuck to the script. After all, in my 2017 review The boy who strayed from his path, I wrote “January 2018 will mark 11 months since I last saw my Dad, so I am very excited to be spending his birthday with him out in Thailand at the end of the month. The exciting news is that, after spending 15 months away, I will be returning to the UK temporarily in the middle of February, before heading back to Asia in April. From there everything is up in the air as to what I do or where I go next, so I guess we will see what happens.”
Well, all of that happened. All of that and more. After all, I came home. (more…)