The rent’s been paid and the clock has ticked over. With a little jump into the middle of May—with all the British sunshine that brings—I have officially entered my second month in England. The last time you heard from me was shortly after the raucous funeral for Murcia’s sardine and my own departure from the […]Read more "Reality Checks and Fields of Green – Reading 2018 (Part I)"
Since the sad departure from the tangled house under the mountains in El Bruc, I’ve been quite busy trying to dig my way into real life. Job application after job application after story pitch after submission has flown from my outbox and landed somewhere in cyberspace’s ear-less abyss. Christmas was magical, New Years brought new […]Read more "Rain on the Azulejo – Portugal (Part I)"
The killer arrived just after The Three Wise Men had departed. He slipped in through the barred second floor window with his toolkit and chloroform in hand, stuffed the rag into my mouth, then went to work dismantling my time. I learned later that the killer’s name was Winter, and that he had already visited […]Read more "The Fifth Winter"
“Words are air. Writing is forever.” – Fridge magnet The act of putting words onto paper is like bringing something to life. From soil or skin, something blooms and lives in reality. Ink drips slowly, soaks into paper and then forever more the truth is made. The intangibility of the blog is something that keeps […]Read more "On Paper Plains/Planes (Or: Again with the Changes)"
I arrived in Germany in late 2015, with nothing and no one, save my suitcase and backpack, by my side. I was beginning my exchange, a six month university experience that saw me grow from a little, troubled bean of a person to a slightly taller sprout with a few of different troubles. I remember […]Read more "At Home Between Homes – Germany 2017"
I remember walking around Amsterdam on cold, dreary day in 2015 with two mates by my side and something of a home in Germany waiting for my return. I had been in the Netherlands for three days and had been in Germany for maybe two to three months. We walked past a hip, wood-paneled store, […]Read more "When Do You Stop Being a Tourist? – Bullas, Lorca & Caravaca"
We’re still going backwards in time here, hopping back through my first month in Germany. It’s revision, let’s say! This will be on the test! Apart from Prague, most of my time has been spent in some of the most beautiful and interesting towns and cities in Germany, so they definitely deserve a mention. Wochenende […]Read more "Baden-Württemberg, Mein Neues Heimat (Part 2)"
When the mind is busy and anxious and excited and confused, floating around in fluid inside a skull inside a strange country it has never visited before, there aren’t a lot of times to just sit and reflect. To be honest, I’ve tried to avoid having a lot of “sit and reflect” times, even over […]Read more "Small Thoughts for Fall"
Ooooh, boy. I can see me writing a long, rabbling one here. Brace yourselves. Apologies in advance for the jetlad fueled typos! So I’ve been in Mannheim, Germany for a day and a half already! Time hasn’t exactly flown or drooled, just sort of gone along at its own pace, dragging me along for the […]Read more "The Journey and the Destination – Arriving in Mannheim"