February 25, 2009 § 2 Comments
For as long as I can remember, I have always been lucky. Either by twist of fate or life’s predetermined design, good fortune has always been present in every aspect of my life, and for every bit of ‘shit happens’, innumerable good things will always compensate for it.
The biggest shitty event that has ever occurred to me was the end of a seemingly perfect long-term relationship in October 2007. It was a fate dealt to me by my own hand, and with gritted teeth I accepted its awful consequences. With a remorseful heart, I trudged on in Sydney for a further 9 months before reaching a financial goal that would allow me to leave everything behind to see this side of the world.
It had to be an indefinite itenary, for I suspected that I was looking for something which might not be seemingly obvious. I didn’t know what. But something intangible. Something extraordinary for my ordinary life.
It has now been 5 months since I left. What have I found?
Mostly people. I have fallen in love with people. People I’ve met, who have become my dearest friends and often so much more. True as I write this on my final day in Prague, and hopefully even more true as I hope will be the case when I go to Copenhagen in about 2 weeks.
Seems like a long time ago that shit happened. I see now that it was necessary for everything good that has occurred so far. I’m one lucky bitch. Does the streak end at some point?
February 23, 2009 § 2 Comments
First things first. I’m not writing this from some detention cell, trading my bra for cigarettes Bridget Jones style. After all that unnecessary build up from Berlin, I arrived in Prague with no hostility whatsoever. Besides a bus full of noisy teenagers (I do not like teenagers, and no, I was not such an idiotic one), the ride was fairly smooth.
Let’s leave it at that. I will however remember not to call the Australian Embassy for anything else, as they had left me to contemplate my own fate. Not cool.
Anyway, it’s my 4th day in Prague. My mind is slightly sloshy at the moment. Huh? It’s already 4pm, and I have hardly gotten out of my pajamas.
A few posts ago I told myself that after Amsterdam I was going to give my body a bit of a break. However in celebration that I did not have to come into contact with German customs, I might have over-indulged myself. It is difficult to describe everything, but I shall leave the following list of words to people’s active imaginations. Not in order of course.
Couch, lots of chicken wings, beer, supermarkets, funny Czech dudes, freaky paper doll cut-outs, whiskey, me wanting to marry a Czech girl, Korana the carrot-chewing dog, wine, some vague conversations, TV Tower with weird baby climbing sculptures, hot cranberry juice, a castle, George the snow-pig, Vin Diesel, 3am on Saturday night, striptease sausages.
That about summarizes it.