Having been bedbound for so long now, the sights I have seen the past 18 months haven't exactly been interesting, inspiring or beautiful like I had hoped I would be seeing when my dreams of travelling were still intact before M.E took over. I have a nice bedroom, it's quite large, full of art and things I like and it's comfortable, I can't complain about it. But last week, once the sun had finally come out I took to Twitter and Instagram just like I do everyday, and I was bombarded with tweets and photos of everyone having a nice time and making the most of the sun. Girls were seen working their summer wardrobes, tan lines were starting to form and spirits were high, and I started to feel quite nostalgic and I got very upset that I can't be apart of that.
I have always been an outdoors person, I love nature and I think the world can be so beautiful, especially when the sun is shining on it. After living in Spain for a year I have to admit I am definitely a sun worshipper! I love everything about summer, the smell of suncream, the long evenings, BBQ's, day trips, I just love it! But there I was laying in my bed shivering because my body temperature is never good gazing out of my window with the sounds of children playing and neighbours having fun in the garden coming in through the window, wishing I could venture out and enjoy it like everybody else. I spend hours upon hours in that bed, thinking about the adventures I was lucky enough to have before I got ill and all the beautiful sights I have seen. But I want to see more, I want to do more! If the rest of the summer is spent in bed, it's going to be just as long and depressing as the winter was.
I found myself browsing through Pinterest dreaming about all the places I want to visit and all the things I want to do when I'm well enough. IF I'm ever well enough. Without my daydreams my life would be very dull. I could spend so long getting lost in these pictures, getting lost in my own happy world where I'm healthy and there are no limitations, just adventures.