My Sphere of Madness

THERE ARE PLACES YOU JUST CAN’T SETTLE DOWN,
BEING THE BIG CITY OR A SMALL, DESERTED TOWN.
PLACES THAT STAY IN YOU HEART, LONG AFTER YOU’RE GONE.
PLACES ONLY TEMPORARY – JUST WAITING TO MOVE ON.
PLACES YOU FALL FOR AT ONCE, A PLACE YOU’RE MEANT TO BE.
THE PLACE YOU’D IMAGIN GROWING OLD, IF YOU ONLY CLOSED YOU EYES TO SEE..
BUT PLACES ARE JUST PASSING MATTERS. YOU COME, YOU SEE, YOU GO.
AND IF YOU DON’T TAKE A MOMENT TO CONSIDER, I GUESS YOU’LL NEVER KNOW. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been out travelling.
And I didn’t want to go back home.

It’s not that I don’t like it at home,
or that for some unknown reason the place I were is any better than home.
It’s not even the fact that going home meant school and everyday life.

It was just this feeling of content,
by being somewhere other than home.

Yes, I missed all the practical things that my home has.
A soft and warm bed.
Clean bathroom.
A washing machine.
A kitchen.
My stuff…

But still, it was good to be away from it all!

I’ve been thinking aboute the future a lot lately.
Not the distant future, more like this fall.
It’s enough for me.
I don’t handle the whole time-thing very well.
I prefer not making any plans that exceed more than a couple of days.
Six months, or even just two months – it’s just too far away.

So, this fall.
I’m not sure what to do.
I’ve been thinking of taking a sabbatical.
Well, from school at least.
I don’t feel ready, or have the need to continue my studies yet.
Mostly because continuing means finishing.

So, I’ve been thinking aboute travelling.
I felt it very clearly  when I was away now.
I need to travel.
Meet interesting people.
Experience amazing things.
See the world.

But…
..there’s always a but..

Travelling in the ordenairy sense of the word doesn’t seem to be IT.
I want an experience out of the ordinairy.
To do something….crazy!

Like…
Go hiking in the mountains and living out of an tent.
Sail around the world on a container ship.
Buy a caravan and explore the country.
Drive across Australia on a motorcycle.
Drop off the edge of the earth and go underground.
Or just hang my hammock between two trees on a desert island and write a book about how to live out of a hammock.
Or something crazier…imagination is the limit!

But to do crazy shit, money is needed.
It always is.
And I guess that’s not exacly the biggeste problem either.

The problem is courage.
I want to.
But I don’t know if I dare.

(And my parents would object even the idea.
Not that they have any say in it.
Of course I see their point,
that the main thing is my safety,
but I still want to do it!)

I’m a bit of a coward I guess.
Thinking it would be easier if we were two.
(Even though it woul create twice the trouble.)
But I don’t have anyone to do it together with.
So I guess it’s just me..

But I want to get away.
I need to get away.

From the cold,
the dark
and all my stuff.

I want to be able to pack all my belongings in a backpack
and not miss anything.

One pair of shoes,
two pair of pants,
a sweather or two,
three pair of socks,
a couple of undies.
Washing them in a creek when necessary.

Living the simle way.
Reflecting on life.

Lay under a tree on a warm summer day,
with nothing that must be done,
and nowhere in particular to go.

I want a journy that wil teach me aboute life,
myself and the world I live in.
To give me some perspective.
Teach me somethings the hard way.

But how,
when,
where and
…..why?