Sitting on the train from Ljubljana to Zagreb (from where we're bussing on to Dubrovnik). I’m listening to a band called Stribruch, whom we just bought a CD from in the main square in Ljubljana, where they were rocking out on classical instruments. We sat there on a bench licking ice cream cones and listening eagerly. Their sound was maniacal gothic baroque rock. Pretty.
Ljubljana was pleasant. I’ve wanted to go there for the longest time, and was thrilled to be able to meet my dear friend Veronika there. We are heading to Croatia for about a week before I return to London for registration at LSE.
My first weekend in London proved to be stressful. There were some hassles with luggage and flats and all sorts of stupid things. Thankfully I have a good friend in London that, out of the goodness of her heart, saved me from what was turning into a disaster. I may not have a flat, but at least I have one nice friend.
It felt good to be back in London. I don’t know if it will ever feel like home, but it felt great to be surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city again. I am really looking forward to making such an iconic city my own, to the opportunity of getting to know it more personally.
Mostly I’ve been fine the last little while - optimistic about the future and happy about the present. But I’ve also been getting these waves of overwhelming dread. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I’m homeless at the moment. I think it might also have something to do with the fact that I have no idea who I am anymore. And no idea where I belong in this big little world.
Oh, youth...
No comments:
Post a Comment