Wanderlust

Hello friends. So I have been having some difficulties recently. I have been feeling like no matter what I try and accomplish nothing ever really goes the way it’s supposed to. I try and be a good wife, and a good mother, and a good student. But then where is the time where I get to be good to me. When do I get the time to be the very best version of myself outside of being those other things?

I desperately dream of walking the streets that we’re diagon alley or standing at Kings Cross station. These are things I’ve dreamed of since I was small and now as an adult hold a much stronger meaning for me. An adult filled with guilt and a sense of failure I just need to go back to that sense of childhood magic. That sense that anything could be real as long as you believe it can.

Instead here I sit watching the great British bake off and hiding from the world. This will do for now I suppose…