I went 'home' this weekend. Back to Leeds for a friends wedding and now feel oddly disjointed. Like waking up from a particularly vivid dream. I had a good time and it was good to see people from work but I didn't feel like I belonged there. I was out of step. My reality has shifted.
I now belong in Leeds even less than I did before we started (I feel disloyal for saying this. There is NOTHING wrong with Leeds). Yes, it was nice to be in my flat, surrounded by my things but beyond that I felt no attachment to the place. It has become too real. Reality happens there. When I am away I free to dream and create. I am not bound by the rules of my mundane life.
It is a little like coming back from holiday I suppose, though perhaps I was too aware that I wasn't staying so I never really came all the way back from Neverland. I'm sure when the performances are done and I return home it will be a different story.
