Small World
Sep. 13th, 2010 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camrogersOnce a month something happened while I was away that made me realise how small the world was.
The last time was meeting someone in Edin who turned out to be from my neighbourhood.
Then, when I got back, I was walking down Brunswick Street and a woman waves at me. She says "Hello, I know you from the plane." Her names Sabina. I helped her adjust her seat on the flight from Doha.
And the night before last I was talking about going to a Couchsurfing meet in Berlin, and it turns out Nikaya knows the crowd. "Is that Irish guy still there?" Oddly, I knew exactly who she was talking about.
And then there was the unlikely connection in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Or having someone walk into a pub in London. And there was one other thing, I'm sure... can't recall what that was. Oh yeah, Jenny happening to run into a friend of hers, and that friend also knew Nikaya.
Very small world. I wish I could hold it all in my head. Very grateful for having written as much down as I could. I wouldn't recall half of it.
I've got this hare-brained idea about taking this travel thing in a certain direction. Still mulling it over. Ideally I want to stress-test myself in a few unlikely locales before really gearing toward it. Christ, I'm gonna need to hold down another shitkicking job to fund it as well, probably. God I hate that bit.
Tonight I do the last of the packing. Tomorrow I disassemble the big stuff, then head off to a Spanish feast with R... for breakfast. Probably spend the afternoon torpid. Wednesday is the move. Thurs or Fri catch up with people. And in between all that write as much as I can.
Fascinating! OK, back to work.
The last time was meeting someone in Edin who turned out to be from my neighbourhood.
Then, when I got back, I was walking down Brunswick Street and a woman waves at me. She says "Hello, I know you from the plane." Her names Sabina. I helped her adjust her seat on the flight from Doha.
And the night before last I was talking about going to a Couchsurfing meet in Berlin, and it turns out Nikaya knows the crowd. "Is that Irish guy still there?" Oddly, I knew exactly who she was talking about.
And then there was the unlikely connection in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Or having someone walk into a pub in London. And there was one other thing, I'm sure... can't recall what that was. Oh yeah, Jenny happening to run into a friend of hers, and that friend also knew Nikaya.
Very small world. I wish I could hold it all in my head. Very grateful for having written as much down as I could. I wouldn't recall half of it.
I've got this hare-brained idea about taking this travel thing in a certain direction. Still mulling it over. Ideally I want to stress-test myself in a few unlikely locales before really gearing toward it. Christ, I'm gonna need to hold down another shitkicking job to fund it as well, probably. God I hate that bit.
Tonight I do the last of the packing. Tomorrow I disassemble the big stuff, then head off to a Spanish feast with R... for breakfast. Probably spend the afternoon torpid. Wednesday is the move. Thurs or Fri catch up with people. And in between all that write as much as I can.
Fascinating! OK, back to work.
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Date: 2010-09-13 09:15 am (UTC)