Keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times
I was speaking to my brother James earlier and he suggested I post a blog entry detailing how I'm feeling the night before I leave for my round the world trip. I poured scorn on the suggestion at the time but decided it might be a good idea, so this is what I'm attempting to do.
I've been on many rollercoasters in my life and I feel very similar to how I do as the train reaches the top of the track and curves round before teetering on the brink of the sudden drop. The clack-clack-clack of the chain pulling me up is still ringing in my ears and I'm completely unprepared for what lies ahead. I'm trying to glance at my neighbours but my head is restrained so I can't get any indication of how anyone else feels in this situation. Every second feels like a decade but I know that the whole thing will be over in a flash, so I have to put all the negative thoughts out of my head and not take a single second for granted. I knew what I was in for when I started queuing for the ride but I'm still nervous about the sensation I'm going to get when I finally plunge down that first drop.
But I guess that's natural. I was actually reading the journal entries from my first few weeks in London earlier and I still can't quite believe that I did that. Move to London, I mean. It doesn't really seem like something I would do.
Actually, that leads me on to another thing I've been thinking about lately. A few years back my ex-girlfriend and flatmate, Cat, buggered off to Australia for a while. We kept in touch via the marvel of MSN Messenger and she would frequently have a go at me for not being more spontaneous and always doing the easy thing. Going to the same places, with the same people, with boring regularity. I was quite comfortable with who and where I was back then so I brushed her comments off and decided that that was who I was and that I wasn't going to change.
Fast forward a few years and I'm sitting with Elvis in the managers office at Enfield. He asked what I'd been up to on my day off and I can't remember what it was exactly but I'd gone out somewhere on my own for the day. He laughed and said
"So you're just a 'have wheels, will travel' kind of guy?"
I think living in London certainly changed me ever so slightly in the way that I do tend to enjoy going out and exploring my surroundings more. There was just so much to do there that it was impossible to stay indoors all the time watching DVDs. I'm not saying that I turned into a crazy hyperactive go-getter who can't sit still, I'm just saying that I think there's been a subtle change in my personality. That's all.
Anyway, I suppose I should stop rambling on, I've done what I set out to do I think, which is capture how I'm feeling on the eve of my excellent adventure. I feel okay. A bit wobbly, but okay.
There, will that do?
I've been on many rollercoasters in my life and I feel very similar to how I do as the train reaches the top of the track and curves round before teetering on the brink of the sudden drop. The clack-clack-clack of the chain pulling me up is still ringing in my ears and I'm completely unprepared for what lies ahead. I'm trying to glance at my neighbours but my head is restrained so I can't get any indication of how anyone else feels in this situation. Every second feels like a decade but I know that the whole thing will be over in a flash, so I have to put all the negative thoughts out of my head and not take a single second for granted. I knew what I was in for when I started queuing for the ride but I'm still nervous about the sensation I'm going to get when I finally plunge down that first drop.
But I guess that's natural. I was actually reading the journal entries from my first few weeks in London earlier and I still can't quite believe that I did that. Move to London, I mean. It doesn't really seem like something I would do.
Actually, that leads me on to another thing I've been thinking about lately. A few years back my ex-girlfriend and flatmate, Cat, buggered off to Australia for a while. We kept in touch via the marvel of MSN Messenger and she would frequently have a go at me for not being more spontaneous and always doing the easy thing. Going to the same places, with the same people, with boring regularity. I was quite comfortable with who and where I was back then so I brushed her comments off and decided that that was who I was and that I wasn't going to change.
Fast forward a few years and I'm sitting with Elvis in the managers office at Enfield. He asked what I'd been up to on my day off and I can't remember what it was exactly but I'd gone out somewhere on my own for the day. He laughed and said
"So you're just a 'have wheels, will travel' kind of guy?"
I think living in London certainly changed me ever so slightly in the way that I do tend to enjoy going out and exploring my surroundings more. There was just so much to do there that it was impossible to stay indoors all the time watching DVDs. I'm not saying that I turned into a crazy hyperactive go-getter who can't sit still, I'm just saying that I think there's been a subtle change in my personality. That's all.
Anyway, I suppose I should stop rambling on, I've done what I set out to do I think, which is capture how I'm feeling on the eve of my excellent adventure. I feel okay. A bit wobbly, but okay.
There, will that do?
Labels: bad metaphors, rollercoasters
