The life of a nomad

Posts have been scarce over the last, hmm well, lets just say for quite a long time. My life has changed almost completely since I was a regular blogger and I suppose it’s fair to say that I’ve had more important things to do such as my degree, which is now finished! Hurrah!

Maybe now I’ll have more time to write it.  Although saying that, blogging is essentially the same as talking to yourself so I sometimes question the point in doing it. Fair enough, if you have thousands of readers keep at it but quite frankly I’ll never come close to that.

Is there any point??

Hmm.

We’ll see.

I am starting a new chapter in life, so perhaps putting my thoughts down in a blog would be a good thing to do. It is a strange time in life really. As I said, my life has changed a lot over the last couple of years and now, even though I know what ‘work’ I’ll be doing for the next year, I know it’s only temporary. I have little idea of where I’ll be heading after that.

Throughout my entire life, even when I was to-ing and fro-ing from boarding school, I always had ‘home’ to go to in Germany. But that no longer exists. Actually, in a way, it’s like I left a little bit of me behind there. I haven’t left England since last September and that’s the longest time I’ve ever stayed here in one go. The strange thing is that I really feel like I’m on an island and I can’t wait to escape.

I don’t even know what that means. I mean, I don’t know why it’s like that.

England has never felt permanent to me in all my life. Over the last year I’ve been constantly reminded of that fact. It’s like wherever I go there’s a little voice calling to me from over the sea in Europe somewhere. France?

I don’t know what the voice is, but at the same time as being ever so discreet and in the distant corners of my mind it is still there and determined to make me notice it nonetheless.

I can see, I’m destined to feel like a nomad for some time yet… Who knows where I’ll end up?