Journey to The South-West
August 3, 2011
From Bridgwater to Plymouth to Honiton to Exeter to Penzance to Barnstaple, Devon.
A 2 month working trek. I stayed by the sea, I stayed in the city, and I stay in luscious green fields out in the sticks by the cows.
I thoroughly enjoyed my experience of the southwest. Being back in the city has made me appreciate how much I actually enjoy rural and coastal England. The life is peaceful. I could see myself leaving the city to recuperate in the south west.
The people were ever so pleasant. I did fall in love. A few tried to convince me to move down.
Anyway
I dreamt of becoming a star. But that dream is fading.
I am in Ramadan, but I’m not quite with it.
I don’t feel like I’m present, I feel absent.
I don’t know what the near future holds in store but I hope it’s good.
We are made of clay. Moulding yourself into something different from the mould machine you’re currently attached to is never going to be easy.
I feel strange. There’s a strange hijacking of my senses. Perhaps it’s good to sleep now.
