It’s cold and wet and dreary outside. Typical English weather. I’m sat on the last train, heading towards Stansted Airport.
Two things have struck me whilst siting here.
First – I am so proud of myself! I keep thinking about my breakdown and how I couldn’t even leave the house to take the kids to school. Now look at me! Whatever happens with Wild Card, this has been a journey for me metaphorically as well as literally. Saying that, the journey has been good so far… Maybe I do have a propensity to look for negatives.
The second thing was that we are taught to perceive differences where there aren’t any. As I look out of the window at the dark clouds, rain, fields – and more recently, houses and shops – and I could quite easily be up north. There’s little difference, no need for the North-South divide. And if that’s the case in my own country, where we stereotype and become prejudiced, what does it say about our perceptions of those so far away?
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