I often think when you experience a life changing event you feel as if the world around you should change.
When we got back from New York last week it felt like we had been away for ages, much longer than a week.
Still high on the excitement of our wonderful day and our fab holiday we faced the world hand in hand on Monday to find it was still grey and cold here. (While we’re on the subject what the heck is up with our weather? It’s currently HAILING as I write this. Hailing in May). Anyway I digress. Dull and grey.
Walking down our road to the station we were over-taken by the same running commuter who runs past us every morning in that strange trot he does (for the love of PETE man please just leave the house earlier, you must smell awful by the time you get to the office) clutching his coat and briefcase.
We passed the same sullen teens in myriad uniforms, waiting at bus stops, blocking the pavements and generally grunting (boys) or hair flicking (girls) or texting (both). There are six bus stops on our walk to work. That’s a lot of teenagers.
We passed the unused (except for those plastic bread basket things leaning against them, left there by the local sandwich shop) bike racks outside the bridal shop.
We passed the ever present road works. (WHAT are you even DOING there Greenwich Council?!?!)
We passed the many houses currently covered in scaffold because it’s Loft Extension Season (none looking to have progressed much over the previous 10 days).
The same faces on the platform.
The same lame excuses from South Eastern Rail.
How could it be the same? We’d been away ages, it had been sunny, we got married!
But of course it really doesn’t matter. The change only affects us. Just the same as your changes only affect you.
Anyone walking down our road that morning could have been looking at us thinking “why are that tall man and that short lady smiling so much when I’ve just lost my mum?” or “what have they got to look so happy about when I’ve just lost my job”. But the world keeps turning and every day we get on it again. Each with our own little pockets of happiness and sadness, changes that send huge shock waves through our own small lives but barely ripple into others.