Monday 29 August 2011

When You Feel Just Like A Tourist.

Do you know, I'm moving out in three days. Three small days.

Not just houses, either. No. I'm jumping straight over four provinces to get to the right one. Or, I hope it's the right one, that it's where I'm supposed to be at this point in life.

Truth is, I don't know what I'm doing. It all seems a little silly. Like some joke that just got taken too far. It's terrifying and I question myself, and wonder what a fool I am.

But exciting. Oh it's exciting.

And I've been having such a time exploring this area that I live, as a desperate measure, to see all I can before I can't. I just got back from a two day kayak trip with my best friend. We spent the time hitchhiking around, meeting locals, eating crepes, going to the Saturday Market, visiting her family. And then tenting on a little island, one of the little spits of land that you could walk around in five minutes flat. Our own private island for the night.

When it's time to leave, you know it, because everything and everyone becomes so much more real - and yet, unreal in a sense. You want to touch and see and feel everything because you know soon, oh too soon, it will all just be memory. And I'm trying to leave with the best ones possible.
And I'm succeeding, if time wouldn't keep hurrying me along.

Three days. Three more days.


Wednesday 24 August 2011

Change Of Plans.

She supposed she would just live and live
doing all she meant to do
hoping that someone or something would be worth it,
would make her want to stop
and change what she always meant to do
into what she was always meant to do

Afraid - oh more than heights and dark corners and answering machines,
afraid that she will reach the end of her days
never finding what was always there for her to find
afraid nothing will come along to rearrange her
and make her glorious


{Photo: Tec Petaja}

Sunday 7 August 2011

Exist or Live?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?