On The Train to Nottingham

London Baby! (again) But first Nottingham. I started travelling a week ago. Wilton was fine for awhile, but only that. I quit drinking, quit smoking, went vegetarian and worked 6 or 7 days a week. That's about all I can say of my time there.
A Whole year.

But it has given me time to clear my head and have some space. I was sad to go, but not very. My co-workers were a perfectly nice bunch of people, something kind could be said about each of them. So I quit. I've served out my notice and here I am. I have a large battered rucksack (French army surplus - Prieveous owners have included Pierre 1988 according to the name tag). I have a couple hundred pounds and I'm off to see Europe. More specifically, I'm going to Florence.

And, on the way, look for purpose and meaning. And some idea of what I want to do with my life. And how I feel about it. And closure. And identity. And somewhere to make home. And all those elusive things.

Perhaps I will only find my destination, but I'm looking. Funny how I used to make fun of people who complained about all this quarterlife crisis nonsense. Ironic.

God I'm dreary this morning. And it's such a lovely day. And here's my station

Created 2004-06-07 00:00:00 by 360 and filed under introspection