Yes I think so. At least I was last time I checked. I did indeed go home for the weekend which leads to some difficulties updating this thing.
Well I call it home. It’s certainly where I used to live. When I was going through my angsty teen bit (have I stopped I wonder?!) I used to say that there were two places on earth I felt at home; one was in a certain patch of road in Somerby (a couple of villages on from mine) and the other was the beach I saw a tornado from in France (not I hasten to mention because of the tornado). I think this house is the closest I’ve come to feeling like I live here in a while. Course it’s been a bit strained recently, I don’t think I’m really cut out to live with other people. Usually in all those little fantasies about the future which most of us I think indulge in I picture myself in different places all over the world, eventually for whatever reason settling in France, largely I feel because of that beach. But whever I am I’m usually alone, my subconcious was probably trying to tell me something.
So parents…they were nice and it was nice to feel like I was visiting them and not having to stay. They kept asking where I was intending to settle (and implicit in that question was when) I don’t really see hat I should have it all planned out or that I should have a definate plan at all really. I have two ambitions in my live: to travel and to write. I would like to attempt to do both, but really thats it. I’m a teacher based purely around the fact I seem to be ok with kids…although not the kids I had last thing who were running around the classroom splattering each other with paint and not paying any attention to me. I’ve never had a guide group or girl scout group like it. Normally kids get scared when I raise my voice. This lot were making so much noise they never even heard me. I need to find out about detentions and stuff, I’ve no idea what to do with kids who just don’t listen. I’m not looking forward to my evaluation at all.
Am I alive? Yes I would say so. Else why would I worry, I’d just float on free across the breeze. Sounds rather like what I intend to do anyway, nothing keeping me nowhere, just writing and playing and not being of much consequence at all.
Heard this and thought of you, especially after reading some of your more recent entries (and I can’t hear ‘life for rent’ without being reminded of you now either) …
(NB 10 points to the first reader who isn’t one of my housemates to identify the song…)
There’s a voice,
That keeps on calling me.
Down the road,
Is where I’ll always be.
Every stop I make,
I’ll make a new friend.
Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll wanna settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on
Down this road, that never seems to end,
Where new adventure, lies just around the bend
So if you wanna join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light,
That’s hobo style.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.
There’s a world, that’s waiting to unfold,
A brand new tale, no one has ever told,
We’ve journey’d far but, you know it won’t be long,
We’re almost there and we’ve paid our fare, with the hobo song.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.
So if you wanna join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, come travel light,
That’s hobo style.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll find what i call home,
Until tomorrow, you know I’m free to roam
The world is changing, music is changing, drugs are changing, even men and women are changing. One thousand years from now there’ll be no guys and no girls, just little hobos. Sounds great to me.
its the theme song from the littlest ‘I can’t believe she’s not lassie’ hobo.
So that’s what’s been played repeatedly for the past few days…
Yeah, I’d like to be a hobo. I think that’s my aim in life.
nb. Miss UD: awww we have an ‘our song’! đŸ˜‰