easternthoughts

so, its eastern again. one year later, this time sitting in grey, rainy düsseldorf, with studies to do and things to move …

… instead of driving around tasmania with a bunch of crazy mates, trying to get some accomondation in freycinet national park aka „wineglas bay“ over holiday (just remember when i called up every bloody adress in the „lonley“ and on the other end, people just laughed at me – in australia, people book half year ahead for the eastern-holidays), conquering the „bay of fires“ and rocked on to hobart, looking out of mt. wellington and party our ass off in some pubs with great james squirre and cascade stout, knowing that on tuesday we will again doing shitty work at 6 o’clock in the morning, wet, rain, cold, picking some shit from trees and getting treated like dumb idots …

… again strange, strange strange. it still seems australia, as a symbol for being on the road, alone, without possesions, discovering new things and new people everyday, is so far away; one year on the road, was just a dream and i was never away, maybe?

anyway, like i wrote in august last year, still „everything feels light and easy and good. more or less still living out of my backpack, no money at all, nothing i could call „home“, nothing what i wanna consume, nothing what gives me the creeps, but stil knowing where i wanna go and what i wanna do with my daily life.“

and i am happy about it. of course i could find things, which getting on my nerves, etc but u should look at the big picture: food, accomondation, „a“ job, without responsibilities, socialicing and a few good friends, beer, going-out and having a good time, concerts and culture, studies and food for thoughts – so, why should i be unhappy?

time will tell and i will know, when its right for me again to shoulder my backpack and go.