I'm in Aberdeen. In my head I'm saying it like Danny Bhoy said - 'I wasn't in heaven I was in Ballarat! I landed here to a rather warm 5 degrees which felt like it was on the other side of the number line. And promptly I forgot English.
I thought I was hearing the oddest conversation when people behind me in line for the taxi were talking about seeing 'undi' at work tomorrow and how they've stayed in touch with 'undi'. Of course my brain processed it to Andy soon enough.
You know you are in the mother land when you cut someone off and they say 'sorry love'! Gotta love em!
Ta'ra Ta'ra folks!

I had an epiphany of sorts yesterday. It was minor as epiphanies go but since this space must be revived at all costs, the aforementioned epiphany will be penned here for posterity.
For the 28 odd years that I have inhabited God's green earth everyone around me has told me that I do a lot (was it a Freudian slip that I typed that 'do a not' before correcting it?). But introspection led me to conclude that I am not a driven person (although I was in the literal sense of the word till a few years ago which friends and bus drivers will bear testament to). I do not have a burning passion for my job, do not have the drive that leads me to wake up thinking of something or wake up at all for that matter.
Nor am I easily influenced, which leads some people to be driven to follow other people. What I am is inspired. Easily, constantly, and consistently inspired. By everything and everyone around me. Some inspirations are short lived as are the consequent actions. Others last for life. The more I think about it the more I realise that we live in largely uninspiring times. Where the holy grail seems to be lack of social interaction altogether, what with being able to speak to your responding iPhone! I mean Siri-ously!
So running out of fuel as we might be - we continue to live in hope, after all we can be inspired by those around us who also continue without inspiration!

I sometimes read my old posts and wonder how long it will take for me to be able to pen my thoughts again in a similar fashion. You see, living in a non-English speaking country (continent?!) takes a toll on more than just your lifestyle. It takes a toll on your language.
What used to be free flowing, eloquent prose has now been replaced by halting, sometimes meaningless meandering around the point. And only I am to blame for not throwing myself head first into learning the local language(s!).
But I will be back, I promise me that, back I shall be. Baby steps to begin with...