A Long Time Coming
Casablanca: 7:54AM
View: Poolside
Attire: Monochrome Linen
It has been a long time since i have gone anywhere.
Ok, maybe that is a bit dramatic. I have been places. Like Brisbane. Wollongong. I even went to Newcastle for a date onetime (don’t ask).
But, you know it has been a long time when you get overly excited about being on the London Underground. The smells, the sights, the business of it all was enough to drive a man insane. But I loved it.
I had a lot of time to reflect on the 24 hours of flying that it took me to get here. Mostly because i had watched too many movies and quite frankly, there is only so much that I can deal with staring blankly into that LED abyss 8 inches from my face.
It has been a long time since I’ve gone anywhere, and I am not ready for this.
The last time i was in London, i was there for entirely different purposes. Yes, i was there to travel and see amazing sights and sounds and take it all in. But i was also there to be selfishly romantic. But I’m not going to reflect too much on the past. It’s too early, and quite frankly would need a good assortment of whiskeys to detail that journey.
The more important reflection is who I am now, and who do I want to be. Judging by how I packed for this trip, one could argue that I am a vain narcissist who’s biggest weakness is an earnest desire for everyone’s attention and affection. And you would be right. Walking through London yesterday, I couldn’t help but reflect on the last time i was in these same locations, enjoying the blistering cold and the subterranean energy of the city and wonder how i ended back here.
Now, reading this back, it may come across that i am woefully depressed for sitting by the pool with a view of the Mediterranean. Let’s be clear, I am not depressed. If anything, I’m excited. I know that is might not be your traditional version of excited. I am not jumping for joy and exclaiming from the balcony. That’s not really me.
But here, in this moment, looking out of a new sunrise, listening to some delightfully slow jazz and the slow monotonous and comforting drone of an infinity pool, I am excited for the possibilities of what is to come. Excited for all the good, the bad, the delightful and the painful. For the most amazing sights, sounds and tastes yet to come, and the horrible bout of diarrhoea that is inevitably going to follow.
Today, I meet the group of people that I will be travelling with for the next 2 weeks, and we hope to go explore a Mosque here in Casablanca. If i am being honest with myself, im not really fussed about seeing a Mosque. But I am excited to meet all these people. Will we get along? Will we hate each other? Will i be the strangest person on this tour? Only time will tell. But now we can only ist here and wait for everyone to arrive.
It has been a long time since I have gone anywhere, I am not ready for this, and that is the most exciting thing there is.
This blog is not about being a true journal, chronicling the days events and the here’s and what’s of what’s occurring. It’s at an attempt at being creative again. Sorry.
