Friday, 6 September 2013

Weeks in

Sitting here on a Saturday early morning wake up I realise that these people around me have lives as vivid and as complex as mine.

My mission to be here has been tempered by familiar mantles. I have limited myself somewhat, and have survived. And this lonely knowingness is perhaps ready to move into something else. Some actual travelling, perhaps?

The expertise of those around me is sound. But there was more to my work before. I feel I want to do more than immediately greets me here. And I feel that I am capable of doing that by simply being awake for a little longer than usual.

Culture shock is interesting(ly tedious).