What type of calendar or journal do you use? How do you keep your info straight? Do you use google calendar, or maybe the calendar on your phone? Paper pre-made calendar? Endless sticky notes and small pieces of paper? There are so many options!
What is it like to live in a city?
I have never really lived in a city before. Every morning I wake up (yes, even after 8 months living there) and realize, oh wow! I live in Berlin. As a child, this is nothing I could have ever imagined. As a young adult, I dreamed of purchasing some land, preferably on the side of a mountain with a great view, build myself an off-grid cabin and garden and become a recluse writer/gardener with minimal contact with the outside world. As an “adult”
My sweet summer puppy. How I have loved you since I was 8 years old, how I still love you at 24. You were an old man, even at 1 years old. You preferred a calm night curled in front of a fire or on my lap rather than running to fetch a stick. Your curiosity had you ranging on your leash from in front of me, out to the side, to trying to drag me backward.
The most soothing times to write is when you are completely alone or in a very busy place. Honestly, some of my favorite times to write are when I am in social situations, around lots of people who are having fun.
Last week is when everything changed. During the last week (or two) I left the US, traveled in Israel and finally landed on the 5th (or 4th, depending on what country you are from) floor of an apartment building around the corner from the Warschauer S/U Bahn station. Last week I moved to Berlin.
Landing in Marrakech, the sunlight lit a bright sand-colored city sitting in a bowl of mountains on the edge of a desert. There is something calming about the symmetry I could see from the airplane windows, but this is where this atmosphere ended.
Working on my professionalism. Who knew this could be so hard. Welcome to the new spot! Here I hope you find this site a portal…
The day had been a long one. Almost 10 hours hitching from Amsterdam to Brück
“The end of the journey is not quite in sight. We are sitting in a bar that has Native American/old-time-y American theme. Flags, posters are reminiscent of the American West and American flags, bows, and arrows, and cowboy paraphernalia. Interspersed with all of this are lacy window hangings and Waldorf-like dioramas on the windowsills. Nothing like stepping into a bar and seeing little statues of lambs and other animals nestled in evergreen branches. Another giveaway that this bar is not someplace in the US, at least in this time period, is the indoor smoking and bright lights. The live music band is doing a decent job, though, reminiscent of a coffee house and small music gatherings I have been to in the states, covering classic rock to bluegrass-y tunes.
No longer are there cameras in every shop and on every store front. No longer are there soldiers, weapons strapped across there chest, standing at every other street corner. On crowded sidewalks, there isn’t a fear of being run over by three children piled on electric bikes weaving drunken lines on the crowded walkways. On any given day it is no longer common to hear conversations in at least three different languages not my own. In line at the store, or waiting for a ticket I can now doze without the fear that someone will cut me in line. The sidewalks here, (Northern New England), have cracks like lightning bolts cut through the hilly concrete. There are no more long bus rides. The cold this winter is slow to arrive, nonetheless, the feeling of the season makes reflecting all the easier.
Look for your courage,
take a tablespoon of this but not so heaping,
you don’t want it to cloud your common sense.
Take twice as much self-esteem
than you think you need.
Your self-esteem might be torn to tatters,
best to have a few extra just in case.
But in your hiking pack,
be sure to leave the biggest pocket empty
for your mind
that is open for each an every new experience;
you’ll need all the energy from this as you can get,
because nowhere else is like your own home,
and this is the beauty of travel!