I am not abroad. I am right here. I haven't gone anywhere and am not reporting on the exotic. Would this blog be more meaningful if I was in India commenting on Elephants and market places and the nastinesses of youth hostels?
I will report on what I see from the here and now assuming there is an audience. Always assuming (to 'assume' will make an ass out of u & me).
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This 'here' is the pink kitchen in a nook on the council estate. Who would know my door even existed if they weren't first shown. The 'now' is...well now. Real time, now is like not bed time but long past dinner. Not enough time to meet a friend before bed but enough time to get a blog space and start waffling.
The 'here' really could be anywhere. I dont own it and with the unstable housing market I am kind of glad I dont but when I see my rich friends buying houses with money their parents gave them...well it makes the unstable market 'here' a little bit frustrating. It makes my 'now' feel permanent and a future seem bleak. Do I begrudge it that other peoples parents were more sensible than mine? Probably, if I am honest, can I be honest?
So we establish that the 'here' isn't mine and the 'now' even less so as it slips away everytime I say it. Click fingers in my mind 'now' damn it, I miss! Can I begrudge that time moves on no matter what I do, that it will get more intense as it passes and the years go on? Probably, if I am honest, can I be honest?
sidejump
a blog is just somewhere to write your thoughts. Maybe some people read them and comment, others read and don't comment, lots don't read them at all. Most of us blog about everyday stuff, so just carry on as you are, you post made me smile.