Jack Kerouac, as Sal Paradise once said: "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." And I think that's a rather apt description of my blog over the years, and perhaps the most perfect description of me in general that I've ever read. So that's what this blog is, a collection of the falling stars that are beckoning me at any time.
05 November 2006
I think a part of that whole attitude of slack that's been permeating me lately comes from the fact that I'm still here. I mean I'd wanted to be all moved and starting my struggle for some sort reasonable life in the adult world by now, but that hasn't happened yet because actually making a transatlantic move costs so bloody much especially when you're on the awful end of the currency exchange. I'm trying to not be entirely seat of my pants about it because even though I've family up north , I have to be able to survive on my own. And whilst I wait to be solvent enough to leave I feel trapped in limbo.