On dislocation

I'm living in a city away from home, but that's OK.

It's funny though, in almost a year living in this city I've learnt what I believe is more than a year's worth about life, and that's uplifting.

Sure, I'm satisfied with my present situation, I'm in constant contact with new experience, new people, new a lot of things... You know, it's something I think everyone should try. Live far away from home and see what it makes you think about.

Because that's what you do, you think. You daydream. You wonder.

It's wonderful, even if slightly scary, to think about where I am in life, how I got here, where I'll go. This kind of thinking isn't better because I'm here. If anything it's different. And more common.

I once thought that all this experience would turn me into an alienated person - Alienated from home, that is - well no it doesn't, or better yet, it hasn't.

Living away is a new type of knot in the ropes that tie me home. The connections, I assure you, are all there.

I've left a lot at home that can't be brought back here, and this lot makes itself present in my daydreaming, sure. I question, in my mind, the possible experiences, lessons, emotions that I may have forgone by coming here. I try not to care too much though, because, like I said, I'm living here.

And it's OK.

And I can always daydream.

M.