tales from an ordinary world

2000-10-12

"This is the day when things fall into place"
The The.

Next month finds me in attendance of a couple of weddings. A celebration of how some of my friends have been able to get it together sufficiently to move on to the next stage, as it were. Good on them. My path has always felt like a slightly different one, and I'm still busy mapping it all out, thinking about the right way to approach my future journeys. Some of them will be taken alone, others might not. It's hard to be sure.

I've started wearing the red sunglasses again - it's making me feel fairly subdued, seeing things in a reddish near-monochrome color scheme.

The going-away thoughts keep coming back, even though I've really no concept of what I'd want to do when I get there. But I miss the feeling of moving. My restlessness feels like a curse at times like this. I want to move so that everything's new again. I feel like I ought to live with less stuff - I'm surrounded by things I don't make full use of. I hide behind them, too - fiddling with objects when I should be exploring the world, instead. My voyage has barely begun - there's so much to do, and so much to leave behind.