With
the smelly bag on my back I was almost homeless yesterday, I came
from the camp where I worked and will continue on Monday, I had not
booked a hostel and didn't know where would stay, I took a shot and
headed towards Earls Court to first find a Cafe. With the same
clothes I slept in inside a cold tent, 3 warm blouses and pants with
mud, I felt so out of place for London Central, I decided to avoid
South Kensington, would probably have given a posh lady a heart
attack.
Luckily for me just around the corner I found A place, and now I`m staying
here at Earls Court for another 3 days.
The not
having a home to go to, being a bit lost and out of place, made me
feel quite lonely, and I miss home even more these days. It made me
think of the homeless, that we all deserve a warm bed, to be on foot
is tiring, a home base makes you feel safe.
But for
me this is just another adventure, compared to them this is a choice,
and soon I will be home again.
But
back to backpack, and the life I live now, for a while anyway, I
wanted to write about things you learn. Some quite funny, well to me
anyway.
You
meet new people, and you grow braver each day. You learn to ask for
directions and to ask to join their company, friendships and
adventures are there on your way. Your equal and fun to be around,
you no longer need to remind yourself of that everyday.
You
never know who you might meet, as you step into that 12 people dorm,
there could be a Australian or kiwi, a world travelling hostel
worker, a fellow Scandinavian or and old Italian lady learning
English, she was quite adorable if I may say. Just the fact that the
bunk-bed says; All hail Megatron does not set all the cards right away.
Your
learn to be an expert on using hostel bathrooms, their floors and
with lack of places for things to stay, soon your an acrobat in the
making and wonder if Circus the Soleil might call today.
You
learn a lot about yourself, and to be there for you when you are weak.
You learn that you can get hangry, and chose the weirdest sandwiches
when after 10 hours of travelling your to tired to know what you
really want to eat. Sometimes when I`m alone I talk loudly to myself
and make song for my own entertainment.. the last one was about the
crackers in my hand. Good that only the sheep on the road could here
that…
You
learn to love your craziness and when things seem to get messed up
your there with yourself where you stand. You do not give up on you,
and find within yourself the best friend you could have.
And
lastly you see the world from s many corners, you will never forget
that.
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