Deja Vue

That sense of the past creeping up on you! You’ve been here before but you can’t remember when because you know you haven’t been here before.

Creepy and uncomfortable.

I get it in Warwick Castle. If I go up to the viewing gallery above the great hall I can see a woman being dragged towards a fire. It feels like me. I do not like Warwick for that reason.

It is a lovely town though with many original shops, cafes, restaurants, a river, the castle is in fact lovely.

Deja Vue homes

The other places I get it are Paris and Italy.

In both places I feel so right, as if I belong. I’ve only ever been to Paris but I’m fairly certain that the entirety of my beautiful France would give me great Deja Vue vibes.

I broke my heart when Notre Dame burned down, but oh the privilege of seeing it restored to new will more than make up for it. Who would ever have thought to have that chance!

In Italy I traveled more, from Terracina in mid-ish Italy down to Sorrento, South of Naples.

I have never been so relaxed, and yes I was with my ex and his parents. You could have cut the atmosphere between them with a knife but I was unaffected.

I also sat on our hotel balcony surrounded by trees, and at dusk about a thousand bats suddenly rose from the trees around me. I was fascinated, it was awesome.

To put this in perspective, a single bat flew just one my head in Glastonbury when we lived there, and I broke the land-speed record getting indoors. Absolute terror.

Apparently one bat getting in your hair in England could cause a breakdown, whereas a thousand in Italy is fine! Work that one out.

Capri

We spent a day on Capri, my ex was a mess. Halfway through the day he apologised to me for being unkind about the fact that the stunning island of Guernsey totally freaked me out. He said he finally understood. He’d died horribly in Capri.

As we left by boat the tour guide pointed out a very high cliff. He said one Roman Emperor enjoyed tossing people off into the sea. Cretin.

Ex just looked at me and said , that makes sense and I’ll never come back here.

I was perfectly happy on Jersey, Guernsey’s near neighbour. Which tells you that this can be quite specific.

I love him but…Deja Vue

The night I met Tony I knew him, simple as, I knew his voice. It felt to both of us like a thousand year repeat pattern of Deja Vue. Nice to know we will always find each other.

I just hope next time he works less, I worry less, and we find each other before we’ve been too hurt. We’ve had a lot of rebuilding to do.

That’s the only ‘but’.

Write about the same thing twice

So this is a prompt from WordPress that will earn me a badge! Of course they won’t actually send me a badge which is very upsetting, nor chocolate to make up for that omission. However…

When I saw this I realised that there is more than one type of Deja Vue, and the particular one I’m thinking of could change your life for the better.

So Deja Vue Two follows…and it had better come with a nice badge! No rubbish.