8th April '11
So many good journeys on this road, filled with reflection, on a day/night out, I find it hard not to be happy on this two hour bus ride. The outside rolls by literally, It's so familiar yet so breathtaking - I hope love can be like this. All the names on signposts are ones I've seen before, the music on my ipod hasn't been updated for a couple of years now - it's just pure good time music, back when I didn't expose my ears to anything below a certain tempo. Lots of liquid-y drum and bass, saxophones, occasional steel drums and 80's blinders - not to forget the beautiful sounds of Fat Freddys Drop. I can not wait to embrace the fields whilst with friends + music - it is a strange hedonism Im not sure I have the correct word but it fits - I know what I mean. Its strange how I can want to be so clean and then revel almost in my youth as I walk around grin widespread wading through mud or wiping dust off my forehead. Me and C would spend hours constructing dams in the river made of stones and logs and plenty of mud. I would walk barefoot through the stream and make tea sets out of clay in the bank. I assumed this lifestyle would lead into my future job as an archeologist - but its not so much artifacts that interest me anymore - I just like earth! Before coming to uni I browsed courses related to earth & science not really knowing what I was looking for, just with a fantasy in mind of the future, perhaps one I should pursue in some way even if its just rock climbing or growing herbs...........
Journey Home X Gates
Where am I on this journey, I was questioning this on the way to ford. I was thinking fondly of this journey that I've taken so many times before, and whether this is a nostalgic feeling - because I am on the journey as I write this. But earlier I was thinking of the previous ones in relation to the one I was on this morning... I'm not really sure what I mean actually.
This is an entry in my notebook I often look back on, It would appear that looking back isn't so bad when it keeps you looking forward.
