Oh Hey kids!
I'm back, at least for now and that's enough. Now is pleasant, now serves me strong, hot piccolos each morning, now serves me well. Is it just me or did time strap a jet pack to it's backside, zooming past at record speed? One day I was soaking up every smidgen of frenchy in Paris I could swallow, roll over an entire month and I'm comfortably shacking up in Surry Hills.
I had every intention of posting whilst in Paris, until I arrived that is. I guess my intentions were flimsy. Perhaps fabricated to please the masses, to fulfil my own sense of duty? I know myself better than that, I've never been one to dedicate large quantities of time to the online world when the real world is dangling shiny experience in front of me. My heart sent messages of curiosity running through my veins. Explore sweetheart, there's so much you need to learn, reach out your hands and grasp it, it's waiting for you.
Like a nutcracker dominates the self assured walnut, my sturdy, cleverly constructed, protective shell cracked under the brutal force of travel. Fragmenting my guard, my wall, into minuscule, irrelevant shards. Baring my skin, flesh and bones, broadcasting my insignificance to our understated, daunting world.
In desperation, it's tempting to send out a search party, bespectacled I seek familiarity in the places I frequent. The cafes, the streets, the grocer, looking for familiar facial traits on the other customers or the deep belly laugh of my sister, best efforts never availed.
And it's this no bullshit, brutality that evokes my passion, my love of travel. Letting go, being loose. Leaving self obsession, selfishness and the rulebook at the airport. Uncovering layer, by layer who you are at your inner most core, what you genuinely want to do with your life, the person you, not your neighbour, actually want to be.