This time last week I was in the Heathrow Airport, madly running to the assigned agate to where my flight was. You see , in Heathrow airport, they tell you your gate about an hour before the flight takes off. Heathrow airport is one of the largest in the world, and it happened that my flight was I dunno.. 300 meters from the main area, where hundreds of people are waiting, shopping, and dining, also waiting for their gates. This pattern of rushing is pretty consistent with my activities in making it to the hostel across the world. Once I was in Vienna, I somehow managed to buy a bus ticket for the 7:30 bus to Bratislava. It was snowy and dark outside, and I was pretty sure I was no the right bus. An hour later I was at the Bratislava bus stop. Again, somehow I got ahold of a bus ticket to a station one block from my hostel. There I was, standing in the cold, with everything on my back, clothes, art supplies, in the freezing cold, holding a ticket in front of me as my knees shock. Except the bus never came. An hour later I flagged a taxi ( first few refused to take me ), and ten euros later ended up a couple blocks in front of Hostel Blues.
That night in Hostel Blues ( best hostel on the planet as far as I know). My body was ready to sleep, but my mind was not. I kept thinking "What do I now"? "What if I get sick, and need to find a doctor". "Is the work I do here going to be good enough.. will it be worth it?". Actually, three days later, I did get sick. I always tell people how much I love snow in the city,and that it is romantic. Now I know why people tell me that I am crazy. But the point is all this time I was thinking these crazy thoughts that may or not be true, while I was forgetting to calm down and listen to the street cars and tram outside my window ( I also tell people how much I love going to sleep to the sounds of the city ).
A week later, I am sitting in one of the many historic squares that make up old town, the city centre of Bratislava. There are shops, cafe's and restaurants everywhere. Despite having a cough, I feel comfortable. I learned from the intense two days of travel that it is okay to be freaked out in a foreign country. I've really never felt more aware.
So, why am I blogging this? I almost never use this website for personal thoughts. Two reasons: One, I wanted to type an entry in my website software's new blogging platform to try it out. Two, I think ideas of busy versus calm, and groundlessness versus comfort are major themes I will be exploring in my work. This is because for a while I have been wanting to push my working in a more personal direction. I've discovered that being in a foreign country is a great way to jumpstart that. Hope you enjoy the new blogging format ( and hopefully new work to come).