"Little things break, circuitry burns, time flies while my little world turns, every day comes, every day goes, a hundred years and nobody shows..." Happy Rhodes '100 Years'
Another night of strange dreams linked back to places from my childhood and very little sleep left me feeling really tired this morning. Then I discovered that the meet-ee I was expecting hadn't confirmed and thus wasn't coming, so I needn't have got up quite so early. I was also stupidly hoping beyond hope for something to arrive in the post from the following list:
1) An emergency tea (and possibly also coffee) parcel. (Lapsang Souchong tea, I need you now!)
2) A surprise parcel, with surprise things in it, one of two in fact, sent from family
3) A month overdue edition of a monthly magazine
None of which appeared.
The Czech postal system's apparent competition with the UK to win the top prize for Europe's worst postal service is now within reach...
In other 'news', if complaining at the Czech postal system and then moving on to 'emails I have received' could be deemed 'news', a former drama teacher sent an email to say that she'd left London and moved to LA. From all the things (very few, actually) I knew about her and from reading her new blog, which can be found HERE , I read between the lines and put two and two together and sensed that she may well have gone through something not entirely dissimilar to what I went through over a year ago. I could be wrong, and like many moments in acting classes when I was convinced that something I'd performed had come over as wholly inauthentic, but others hadn't 'registered' that at all, I could merely be putting my own biased and entirely unfounded spin on it that isn't true and isn't perceived by others. Nonetheless, the pain and loss that I read between those lines (real or imagined) had a profound effect on me, especially as, if my hunch is right, she had put a positive and optimistic slant on it that I would never be able to achieve nearly as successfully, nor that perhaps, I would I want to.
It's also strange, to read about someone being able to be spontaneous (something she's an expert at, and I'm only good at on 'good days') about travelling. I wish I could feel that the world is open to me, that I could travel whenever I needed to. (Or that I would ever have the option of moving abroad again.) I suppose it helps if you have friends or family in far-flung places who have somewhere to live so that you could stay there too, if funds do not cover accommodation as well as travel. (Which is ALWAYS the case for me, and I'm sick to death of that being the problem all the bloody time...) Even so, I still marvel at her bravery, her sheer 'force of nature'-ness. I just hope she's ok and that she has far more support than I do to get through whatever difficulties she may be facing.
I sat and looked up at the clear blue sky in Prague this morning and even though I was crying, from sheer exhaustion and feeling trapped, I thanked Prague for getting one up on London and being consistently sunny for so many days in a row. And that made me think, hmm, I can see why Gaby would want to move to LA after years of being in London! There's only so much rain a girl with a sunny disposition can take, and there are limits even for those of us with no such predilection.
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