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Originally Posted by Angela  We could have a cup of tea in the dining car and pretend we're in a Hitchcock movie. |
hihihi *giggle* Oh yeah..!
Sorry if I sound a bit weird in that post guys and girls! I spontaneously decided to go to the cinema, just in order to move my @ss for a change. There I ate a lot of sugar during the movie, and now I feel totally high and I'm having fits of laughter all the time. I just laughed myself to death over the word "bozo" that I just discovered. Isn't that a hilarious word? I often meet words that are really strange, or frightening, or funny. Like port. Don't you think that "port" sounds like a square?
ok, seriously now, Aspiring, why the dogS? I thought there was only one left, Rocco?
Going away now is impossible. I've got some appointments till the end of the month, and this guy maybe will come in the first week of february. I absolutely need to finish my sorting and packing.
But yes, I'm really low on energy. Apathy is the right word. I need an hour to do the dishes. I overeat. When I see the dirty bathroom, or the emails that I would like to answer with my heart, I'm just too tired to bother. I'm toast. I don't know, maybe it's because a lot of things happened recently and I'm not done with processing them. And since I came back to cooked food I lost half of my energy too. Or it's just my current situation. Dunno.
Visualizing my new life is difficult because I have no idea how it will be. I don't know what I want. I have some plans to cross South America and Russia, or to go to India and to Tibet and live like a hermit and climb mountains, I love climbing mountains. I would like to live in an english speaking country, in order to learn correct english. It's time for me to learn a new language, I can feel that. But maybe I'll also stay in France, I was so happy to be there in december. And I have my cat to care for, she's a sensitive being and needs a home, so I can't just take a backpack and leave.
My temporary plan is: leave my stuff at my mom's place, earn some money to buy a computer (in order to write), get my driver's license, travel around a bit, look for a nice place to settle down, and manage to earn enough for an apt.
What I know is: I want to have a steady place I call my home. Yes, I guess I have some resistance. I really want to go away from here, but I don't want to move anymore. I'm so fed up with moving. When I leave, it'll last a few months at least before I find a new home. I guess that's what I'm afraid of. I would like all that to be behind me already and I just living in peace with my cat, a few dogs, and my writing.
Yeah, when my grandmother heard about this dream, she said I'm more of a retiree than her
