Something has been burbling in my brain cauldron and I think it's time to tip that creative porridge out of the pot and onto the blogosphere of my breakfast bowl. (Sorry - blogging won over breakfast but I fear food metaphors will be the toll my writing will take).

I've been pondering faith. And not faith with a capital F which too, too often leads ( Read more... )

*Cue I Love Lucy tears* WAAAHH ( Read more... )

Have best term for what I'm experiencing now:

TRAVEL HANGOVER

Everything is making me a little gross and restless, both regretting the travels (because it only makes me want more) and craving more 'hair of the dog'...

Feeling mighty lonesome and wander-hungry tonight.
I wish I were on the road again.
I'd even be glad to see Stansted Airport.

Okay, I know I should know better than rereading my travel blogs. I've got the wanderlust. BAD ( Read more... )

So in 7 days I am put onto a plane and fly to start adventuring again. A little terrified, you ask? Yes, she replies! Walking 20km a day, and a lack of indoor plumming can do that to a girl.

But from great terror and squishiness of the bravery part of my brain comes inspiration, surely!

If you’d like to keep tabs on me and my ever-rapid decline ( Read more... )

Just got my Portuguese passport! Am now legal if I decide to stay anywhere in the EU and find meself a job!

And before you ask, yes. This passport photo, following in the tradition of my other two, makes me look like a baby-stealer.

I've got a bad case of the tummy-rumblings. A symptom of mine that only occurs in the face of something amazing or incredibly stupid.

Its funny how the familiar can be something comforting and safe as well as terrifying. This craziness that I've thrust myself back into is both. It's been almost two years since this feeling was familiar, and while ( Read more... )

Well, I guess it was inevitable. I mean, loath that I am to say it, but I just had to accept that it wasn’t working anymore, and end this. We had our good times, when we each satisfied the other. Albeit, that was long ago and mostly when I was younger, more naïve, and far less worldly and when you were fun and full of potential. But lately, I feel ( Read more... )

in budapest. this keyboard sucks. verz tired.