I wonder which is worse - the longing to travel or the return?
The new and the exotic break me out of my routine, the possibility of being lost or not understood changes my psychology.
And then there is the return to all that is known and while it is good, there is this process of return that I haven't quite mastered ... or perhaps it's not something we master ... perhaps it's something we survive, a corner we turn, a state of mind we need to re-enter.
So today, instead of launching myself out into a new and unknown world I am contemplating the debris of our breakfast, my disastrous desk ... and my luggage over there by the couch while playing that new song, hearing its question ... am I who I want to be?
I have an EU affairs manager phoning me up about the details of a job for December today, and I hope to hear more about the Middle East project this week.
Now I've put the word out that I'm willing to travel to work, I'm never quite sure where I might wander next and yes, to answer the song's question, that is who I want to be.
I am a creature who has always struggled with routine, since the time when I was so small that my mode of escape could only be my little 3 or 4 year old legs or the red and white plastic tricycle and my mother would be phoned to come pick me up from the school next to our house. And if a locked gate was involved, I could climb too.
I have always struggled with routine even while finding it comforting ... like the huge cosy blanket on a couch near a wood-burning fire with a good book and a labrador for company on a stormy day.
It's a love/hate thing, as I launch myself into the unknown I wonder why and what what drives me? but it has always been that way with me.
So, to work.
I have started on the new to-do list which is, of course, an old one reworked ... Diede & Francien, Hunter, Newsletter are there at the top of the list today, sharing the space with dishes, washing, and unpacking..
I hope your day is a good one.
Tot straks.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Wandering feet have a mind of their own. They know no master. When they've had enough they'll tell you so. Until then enjoy your travels :)
ReplyDeleteThis Gaudi building was probably my favorite-well, A favorite. He was something else. I brought home this one in the form of a pencil holder. Your travels have been wonderful!
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's all about the challenge? The thrill of the new? I like Voltaire's quote, goes something like "We may not find anything pleasant but at least we shall find something new".
ReplyDeleteWise words, Anil :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, RD. I felt like I 'talked' a lot! I loved the building too ... the more I researched Gaudi, the more delicious he became to me.
I suspect so, Kat. I've always had this idea that we only have one life and I would quite like to see everything :)
Still lovin your work; some amazing pics recently. Forgive my slack attendance recently, I am still your biggest fan
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely to have a mutual number one fan thing going, Ms Deadlyjelly.
ReplyDeleteDo you think Mark has spotted the comment where I tell you he's older than me yet ... hehehehe.