The passing of time. . .
Travelling is on hold now.
I have a job again, for the first time in 6 months. The routine and responsibilities start to creep back, next the monotony will seep in. No its really not that bad. London has a lot to offer, if only you can afford the time and money to indulge.
I am focussing on work for the next 3 months before starting the wwoofing (willing workers on organic farms) touring of western europe that i’ve had planned. hopefully starting in south of france in august. But for now. . .
Out: sharing an unlocked grotty room with six people and a toilet with twenty
In: sharing an upmarket intimidatingly pristine creme flat in central london
Out: spending days wondering what it all means and sharing that wonder with whoever is close by
In: not speaking unless spoken to, lest I scare the poor English with my gregarious Australian turns of phrase
Out: haggling for everything under the sun
In: resignedly paying 5 times as much for everything and consoling oneself with an inner monologue on economic relativity (is that even a term?)
Out: locally designed and produced mutlicolourful flowing hippy garb
In: grey and black dreary work clothes
Out: oddly tanned dirty rough feet in sandals
In: scrubbed clean feet in fresh socks and closed in shoes
Its hard not to quote the Smiths at this point.
Tags: England
Jyai