It was the fifth person this week asking me to do some writing on this site again today. I was going to explain how the trend was over and all the Interwebz geeks have switched over to Twitter to convey their mental outpourings (It makes sense. Time is short and 140 characters usually do the trick.), but then I remembered how I used to enjoy collecting all my random thoughts taking up the room in my mind and dumping them in this tremendous online bin of senselessness, making space for things of meanind. Like remembering to peg out washing.
Why it makes sense for some of my friends to desire reading from me now makes sense. So does me taking it up now. It’s only two weeks from today that I will be leaving the country to live in England for a minimum of five years, which does not mean me being out of this world, certainly, but does imply quite a change for myself. As I was riding a taxi home around four this morning, I caught myself with a smile on my face more sincerely than I had expected. Thinking about it, it must’ve also looked more dopey than I realised at the moment and I sure hope the darkness prevented the cab driver from seeing my foolish-looking features. What I was smiling at was the thought that I wouldn’t have to pay a taxi to get home late at night in Bournemouth anymore, because the flat I’ll be living in is close enough to the city that I can always walk back home. Seems shallow? Indeed. But the ability to enjoy these little sweets my “new life” will let me enjoy and thereby avoiding the panic everyone around me expects me to have (and I’m constantly reminded of the fact that I should really panic) gives me endless pleasure, it does.
I there and then decided that I missed writing down the little things. Which are, let’s face it, often much more interesting to read about than the big ones. I can hardly think of a more personal way than to stay connected with the friends soon-to-be so far away than writing them stories. (Yes, Facebook is all well and good but I’m a fan of long sentences and constantly reading how someone has purchased a new cow in Farmville I find distracting.) For me, this has a sense of preparation. I’m looking for ways to go home in a heartbeat.
