It's Over!
Well, time for something new
After 9 months and 21 days, 8 bulls, 4 continents, one speeding ticket and enough km travelled to make me question where home is I'm back in the land of Dzido: Mississauga.
Here's the last travel photo of me getting out of the train statio in Toronto which sums up the trip pretty well: Dzido in the dark looking confused/tired/not-quite-there but still managing to pose for the camera.
Taking the 12 hour train trip up from NY gave me sufficient time to think over the last 10 months, much like I'd done on the flight over from Europe. I feel like the entire last month has had the constant theme of 'leaving my quasi-home'. My van in Sydney, my travel base of Europe, Britt in NY. So am I home now? I'm in a familiar place. I'm surrounded my family and friends. This could
be close. Ny can be home too if I make it so. So could Sydney I guess. Can I just make home whereever or is everything just going to be a temporary home? I feel like a ship that's cast off all the moorings and little seamen holding on to it and is floating out in the ocean trying to figure out which way north is (north is money) and I'm trying to convince myself that ANY decision is better than no decision at all
Enough of that stuff. I thought about the past 10 months in less philosophical terms too. In terms of best memories, there are a couple:
- cheating death in front of bulls
- living the surfer bum's life in Byron Bay for a week
- racing around the world through numerou countries over 72 hours
- changing plans faster than possible to get a surprise visit in London
- skiing with the entire fam in Austria
etc... I know there's more but maybe I should just write a book about it. Down and Out in Sydney and London? Catchy title
I started writing this article because I just finished pulling everything out of my bag. Here it is lying on the floor, limp and finished with nowhere to go. Beside it is my dirty laundry that had been hiding in the bag, and will now probably be incinerated.
After 9 months and 21 days, 8 bulls, 4 continents, one speeding ticket and enough km travelled to make me question where home is I'm back in the land of Dzido: Mississauga.
Taking the 12 hour train trip up from NY gave me sufficient time to think over the last 10 months, much like I'd done on the flight over from Europe. I feel like the entire last month has had the constant theme of 'leaving my quasi-home'. My van in Sydney, my travel base of Europe, Britt in NY. So am I home now? I'm in a familiar place. I'm surrounded my family and friends. This could
Enough of that stuff. I thought about the past 10 months in less philosophical terms too. In terms of best memories, there are a couple:
- cheating death in front of bulls
- living the surfer bum's life in Byron Bay for a week
- racing around the world through numerou countries over 72 hours
- changing plans faster than possible to get a surprise visit in London
- skiing with the entire fam in Austria
etc... I know there's more but maybe I should just write a book about it. Down and Out in Sydney and London? Catchy title
9 Comments:
You're finally home, and even thoough you're right beside me as I type this, welcome back!
Hey, and if you're ship sails north and gets all the money, could you invite me to your mansion?
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Anonymous, at 4:23 PM
your back, thats crazy. whenever you are ready i owe you some beer for winning that trip, let me know when you want to collect. you could call it a date :)
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aimee, at 5:07 PM
I'm one of your homes?! AND one of your favourite trip memories?! Excellent!
So, I know you were only here for a week and a half, and I know it's been a few days since you left, but sometimes I forget you're not gonna be here when I get home. *tear*
I miss you! Call me!
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Anonymous, at 5:57 PM
Well, life is like a theatre - you can be given many different roles but what ultimately counts is how you play what you have been assigned. We have been admiring your fantastic play all the way long. I believe that you will find your castle to make it your home. Just be aware that "you are but a pilgrim" (as we all are) and need to tell people the good news as you already know it.
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Anonymous, at 8:28 PM
This is the end. My noble friend....the end
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Paul T, at 8:02 PM
Come on guys - do not be so sentimental! Something ends, something starts. Can't wait to see you both in business suits!!!!
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Anonymous, at 12:37 AM
I though that North is Happines, not Money?! Dzido, are you really willing to fight north winds, dangerous cold water streams, and weeknes of human body only for curency? You should read "Who Moved My Cheese" by Spencer Johnson.
NORTH is where you're HAPPY!
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Anonymous, at 7:33 PM
Gosh..
I have never thought the "litle Dzido" I used to see once a year would become such a "huge backpaceker". ;-D
Hugs from a "forgotten branch" of your family tree.
I can see U've stopped posting here, but I hope U receive a mail notifications about new comments.
RafaĆ
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Anonymous, at 11:23 AM
btw. my email is:
jurarafal(YouKnoWhatToPutInHere)gmail.com
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Anonymous, at 10:48 AM
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