Easily the worst part of any trip to my favourite place is leaving. Most know my love for that place, I go on about it a lot, but the heartache I feel when I leave is difficult to describe.
My week in New Quay / Cei Newydd was so good. It was tinged with sadness as it will be the last time we get to stay in the Penwig Isaf cottage. The owners have increased the price by 50% for next year and have put it out of reach.
There's not much different to what we get up to here year in year out but that's the point. It's a place we just like to hang out in and that fills me with calm beyond what I can describe.
We have friends here and the place feels like home to us. Maybe that's why we long for it to become our forever home one day.
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| Happiness cannot be bought, it comes from inside. This place brings it to the surface and makes us all feel the best that we can be. |
So when it comes time to leave it's hard. Part of me remains there and to rip away from it takes real effort. The further away I get the worse it feels. Yesterday's journey rubbed salt in the wounds by having us diverted via Snake Pass (instead of our preferred route of Woodhead Pass) which meant a longer journey through my home town and reminding me just why I need to get away from this urban nightmare.
I now feel empty inside, I guess I've felt like this for a long time now. I just need to hold on to my dream, fight to make it happen. We hope to return soon, perhaps a short break like last year? I'll treasure my time there and dream of the next time.
A pint in the Black, a walk on the beach, the sound of the waves, the fresh clean smell of the salty air.
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