While I'm waiting I'm stuck in limbo, and what else to do than try to make time pass? So I do! Last night I went to see No Distance Left to Run, and seriously, boys, girls, ladies, gentlemen, watch this! I don't care if you're a Blur-fan or not, you need to let this be part of your musical and visceral experience. Throughout the 90 minutes or however long it lasted, I went to times of anger, goosebumps, many tears and such love for those four Essex boys. What a great documentary.
Then I got home and realized, once again, that I have no furniture left in my otherwise great apartment that I am somewhat reluctant to leave. Today I will do another kind of packing, though. Oh yes, the bag will be packed today. That's just another step closer to what will most likely be one of the greatest experiences of my life. Hey, isn't that strange though? Being able to say beforehand when something amazing will happen?
Anyway, got home, couldn't sleep so I decided to listen to Bikini Kill while chewing the last of the very weird tennis chewing gum that I won at a lottery two weeks ago. Yeah, that's what I do in my time off. Okay, so I still couldn't sleep, so I got a little annoyed with the restlessness that comes along those anticipated travels. I have a friend who has also spent a great deal of her life travelling and she says that anticipation is ones best friend before hitting the road. I say it's a friend I could live without. Like one of those friend where you want to know them, but you can never really be bothered to actually meet up? Yeah, anticipation is one of those.
I also have another friend who wants to go to Argentina with me and a step-dad who's dreaming of India. Plus, another friend who longs for Tokyo. If you guys want to sponsor me and all these trips, just let me know and we'll work something out. Sure thing.
Until then, - in the words of David Grohl - I'll stick around.
Nadia
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Okay, so I'm leaving in no time and a smart travel-wise lady told me I should start this blog right NOW, so I will... Thanks to Rebecca, the coolest redhead in the world.
As you know I will leave for the States pretty soon. Oh god. Five months of I don't even know what. Five month in a different continent far away from anything that is safe and in my somewhat control. And that's why I need to do this thing. I need to do it because I'm sort of sick of always being so obsessed about America and still never doing anything about it, and I need to do this because the more I stay in my own little country, the more my feet keep itching. So those are pretty much the reasons.
But anyway, the impatience is pretty much wearing me down at this point and there are so many things to take care of. Like the guidebook that I'm making myself, and the bag that is still not packed even though I should do this since, well, I'm also in the process of moving out of my apartment. I should probably also sign in for the ESTA programme which I hardly even know what is, but is vital for me to even enter the States. Such security!
Plus my new book, Freckles that I'm also writing while on the road. Geez, it'll be a masterpiece! Just you wait. It'll be about these two people named April and September who seem to be very different. And they are. But all of this is boring, yes, I know.
It's just that I can't think of nothing but this trip. You know what I look forward to? New Orleans. And if Bon Temps actually existed I'd probably hang around there way too much, too. And Omaha. I'll definitely go to the Slowdown there, just to get in that Saddle Creek-state of mid. There's Boston where the accents are cool, and there's Los Angeles who has The Viper Room. I can't wait to catch some free San Francisco spirit again, especially around North Beach where everything is pretty, yet scary as hell. And there are the things in between. I need to go to one of the high schools (especially in Topeka for some reason unknown to even me), and there's no way I'm missing out on some Sunday morning gospel. And of course I have to see all the places where Al Capone killed those dudes and I gotta check out those infamous stairs from The Exorcist. There are so many things to do!
Well, I should stop all my rambling, but now you know that I'm here. And everywhere.
Nadia
As you know I will leave for the States pretty soon. Oh god. Five months of I don't even know what. Five month in a different continent far away from anything that is safe and in my somewhat control. And that's why I need to do this thing. I need to do it because I'm sort of sick of always being so obsessed about America and still never doing anything about it, and I need to do this because the more I stay in my own little country, the more my feet keep itching. So those are pretty much the reasons.
But anyway, the impatience is pretty much wearing me down at this point and there are so many things to take care of. Like the guidebook that I'm making myself, and the bag that is still not packed even though I should do this since, well, I'm also in the process of moving out of my apartment. I should probably also sign in for the ESTA programme which I hardly even know what is, but is vital for me to even enter the States. Such security!
Plus my new book, Freckles that I'm also writing while on the road. Geez, it'll be a masterpiece! Just you wait. It'll be about these two people named April and September who seem to be very different. And they are. But all of this is boring, yes, I know.
It's just that I can't think of nothing but this trip. You know what I look forward to? New Orleans. And if Bon Temps actually existed I'd probably hang around there way too much, too. And Omaha. I'll definitely go to the Slowdown there, just to get in that Saddle Creek-state of mid. There's Boston where the accents are cool, and there's Los Angeles who has The Viper Room. I can't wait to catch some free San Francisco spirit again, especially around North Beach where everything is pretty, yet scary as hell. And there are the things in between. I need to go to one of the high schools (especially in Topeka for some reason unknown to even me), and there's no way I'm missing out on some Sunday morning gospel. And of course I have to see all the places where Al Capone killed those dudes and I gotta check out those infamous stairs from The Exorcist. There are so many things to do!
Well, I should stop all my rambling, but now you know that I'm here. And everywhere.
Nadia
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