I haven’t written for over a week. I’ve had time. I just haven’t. There’s plenty to talk about but none of it seems inclined to present itself to me, or you. I suppose this can happen sometimes. That things are just too ‘normal’ to note down, but then often these provide the most interesting and telling information about ones self. Why am I choosing to omit details? Why do I not want to update the people who read this? In fact there isn’t any real reason. You see, the time has come to take up my job, to earn some money and to lie low until such a time that we are able to take some trips to see the beauty of the country we came to visit. Time to put an end to idle remarks on how day to day life is. Now is the time to store up all my energy for when writing will really matter. For when we are once more out, on the road.
Perhaps this is disappointing news. And indeed it is. I don’t just write this blog for people to read, first and foremost I write it for myself, as a memory, so I don’t forget. To reflect. It is an exercise in discipline, creativity and discovery. But it’s slightly hard to do all that when one is simply standing behind the counter at McDonalds. How did I end up here?
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It’s morning as I sit in the park writing. The bustle of summer holidays is drawing to a close and apart from a mum and her boy, the birds are the only other presence beside me. There isn’t a single cloud in the pastel blue sky. The sun is already beating down; the grass almost dry from rain the night before. I am here to think. How much changes in such a small amount of time? It’s only been a month since Christmas and already I have started a job, left it, found a new one and started that. And we’ve been in New Zealand now for two months and away from home for over three. How odd to think it has been so long.
America is now a pleasant memory. Already sieved free of the exasperation and opinions that made us glad to leave. Instead we are left with only a feeling of fun and ‘good times’. How quickly time pulls us away from the reality of a previous situation, leaving only a vague resemblance of what actually was. But I have the truth hidden away somewhere, I’m sure I do.
I’m not good at standing still. Neither of us are. Already we are adding up the unearned pay checks to come, planning our next stage and looking ever forward. We do not want to sit and pause. We came here to travel. But as with all things, patience is a virtue and without these static months there will be no ‘next stage’. There is so much to look forward to but when the mundanities of life have to be dealt with I never really want to listen. So my plan to throw myself into as much work as possible to pass the days is now in action. And the next time I open my eyes we will be off on another adventure. And I suppose without the normality's and the content days spent saving, we wouldn’t appreciate the adventures as much. And there are still plenty to be had...
23/1/12
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