Hundreds of years from now, an old notebook will be discovered, in which a girl wrote about her thoughts and experiences as she travelled. People will marvel, at those things called ‘paper’, and ‘ink’. They will get a sense of what it used to be like to travel, with planes and trains, cabs and busses. They will be shocked at the fact that once upon a time, someone had to sit down and write what they were feeling, that they stopped because their arm was tired.
But for now, in the present, I’m very simply keeping a diary. I’m a week and two days into my vacation, and my notebook has about 100 pages full of words. I’m now in London, and before that I was in Budapest (Hungary), and Bratislava (Slovakia). I’m travelling with my parents and two older sisters.
It’s been amazing, seeing these different places where people speak these weird languages (not England, clearly), and lead different lives. There were a few things I saw everywhere I went, and these were them:
– Babies! I just absolutely adore babies!
– Couples, who were holding hands/ hugging/ kissing/ all of the above
– Monuments to people the locals killed (which totally pissed me off. Let’s go murder people, then we’ll erect a statue that says how tragic it is they died. Yay! Not.)
– Outfits/ fashion trends/ clothing. This has been particularly fun, because my sisters and I have taught our dad to notice it too, so every now and then he’ll go, “I liked that dress”, “That looked interesting”, or “Is that a mini, midi or maxi skirt?”
– Other tourists.
Of course, there were many more, but I happen to not have my notebook with me right now. It’s actually not been such a great day, that’s why I have time to write. Here’s the part in most posts where the Fibromyalgia* segues itself in, and this post is like any other. It’s been hard travelling while not feeling well, extremely hard. It takes away from the enjoyment and the sense of peace and wellness you usually get on vacation. I so wish I felt better, I wish this didn’t have to segue in all the time (though I like the word ‘segue’).
Despite all of that, and my bad mood today stemming from feeling like dog poo, I have been having a great time. It’s nice to not be at home, or at school. Change of pace, yeah? That was in a British accent. Almost everything they say here ends with a question, right? There it was again. In fact, I’ve been reading all of this in an accent. Random craziness, no?
I’ve met bunches of interesting people, had experiences that I’m not sure I liked, but that I’ll never forget (and that’s worth something- I’ll probably write about a lot of them in the near future), and felt like I gained world perspective again and again. You know me, and my Big Thinking Moments**. Let’s just say that I feel like I have been living Big Thinking Moments most of the time here. No matter what the rest of vacation is like, it was worth it for those.
As I wrote in my notebook (I just found it),
“… had like this barrage of Big Thinking Moments. I realize I’m really hopeful about the world and about life, and I’m just realizing how amazing everything is. That we are alive, we have thoughts, we have bodies, they have functions. We all look different, act different, dress different, but are built the same. There are families, and places around the world, and beauty, and genius. There is creativity, and history, and society, and money, and… all of it! Everything! ……
I have so much respect for life, and I just want to live, experience, learn, and love, and I feel like those aren’t just words, like I know what they are and what they mean. I’m really just excited, not in a rush, living and feeling in the here and now, and I want to say this: I LOVE LIFE. I do. No matter what, life is the most incredible thing out there. I hope and pray I can feel like this for the rest of time.”
Wow, well I’m glad I found my notebook just now. I don’t have anything else to add to that, I just really agree with myself.
I hope you love life too,
The heart is hard to translate, It has a language of its own, It talks in tongues and quiet sighs, and prayers and proclamations. –All This and Heaven Too, Florence + The Machine (This is one of my absolute favorite quotes, I reserve the rights to use it again!)
*Check out my new page, “Fibro- what?!”, for info on what that is.
** I hope I actually did explain those well enough, because I’m using the term as though everyone understands what they mean. Should I add a page about them? I recently discovered that you can add pages. It’s cool. I think I’m in love. Not really. I just like them. We have a friendly working relationship with them.