Journaling through Europe with Gabby 🖉
I see fish swarming to eat hot pink plastic wrappers
floating atop the water & animals on this overheating earth sprawling
across cool rocks and wet fishing nets. I am thrilled to meet new people from
different parts of the world, with different experiences and perspectives to
mine. At the same time, my own experience is tainted with the thought that my
mother was once young like me and once travelled like me yet I don’t know about
it, and this wakes me up to the fact that this experience is mine alone and no
one will know about it.
I’m thrilled to push past my fear of flying and travel the
world unlike my father who has allowed this to hold him back. This realisation
depresses me and reminds me that my ageing father won’t hear about this trip as
we still don’t have a relationship and probably never will because how late is
too late? I am at once glad to move further away from memories that hurt me
palpably yet simultaneously forlorn that the people I once cared about and
probably still kind of do aren’t here with me, even though I don’t want them
here with me. I’m passing the time by comparing what is real and by imagining
what could have been, and what might be & I float between the past and
future like I go between islands.
I’m looking forward to eventually going home and at the same
time I can’t accept that I won’t always be sat in this stuffy apartment,
watching the setting sun over the Adriatic sea."
To travel is to know oneself, to know oneself is to travel. THANK YOU Gabby for your vulnerability. You inspire me to pack up shop and sail away. I want to be you when I grow up xx
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