Ahh. So I don't much know what to write right now. I just feel like this is the thing to do right now, so I'll apologize in advance for any incoherent or seemingly psychotic prattle.
My departure from the ice grows near, and honestly I'm looking at it as a god send... but then again my initial plans for post Antarctica travel seem to have fallen out of the bottom like sea ice in a paper cup. Just trust me on that analogy. So as I sit and listen to The Annuals, I find myself wondering if there is something bigger to any of this or if it's just a stroke of bad luck. I'm resolved to make this my year, and I'm not going to let one hitch in the road mess that up for me. I've been down on myself for too many years and I've been treading water too long to go right back to that. So, it looks like I'll spend a few days in Christchurch and maybe a day or 2 in Sydney, then head to Hawaii for a couple of days. After that I'll likely head in to the left coast and visit my brother before making the flight home. So, my grandiose idea of traveling from Budapest to Prague to Frankfurt to Amsterdam via some combination of hostel work and vagabonding is all but dead... even if I desperately try to find ways to necessitate it as if I was someone who just lost the love of a life, screaming at the doctors how very unfair it was and how this can't be happening... all the while I know hope is all but dead for it. Wow, how over dramatic of me. Ah, well. Worse things have happened. I will create another opportunity to go see the beauty that Europe has to offer.
"And the songs that we sing, still make the bells ring.. but we fell asleep for the sermon."
Discovering new music is awesome. On a different note, I'm getting tired of Iron and Wine. However, I'm thrilled with Sufjan Stevens. And Forest Sun.
So the way I see it, you can hope to see me in Asheville town on or around the 22nd or 23rd of February.
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