Today's blog title has been taken from a song by my friend Ben. I've always liked this song very much, but as it's a song about yearning and travelling, I've been thinking a lot about it lately.
When I am travelling, I always forget how much you take things for granted every morning when you wake up. At home, when I wake up I know what I'll have for breakfast, I know what I'm doing that day, and I know that I'll be back in the same bed at then end of it all, I know that it's likely Jen will still be asleep, and I know where the nearest post office is, and how much it will cost to send a letter. None of these things can be taken for granted while travelling; that's what makes it so much fun - but it can also make even the most mundane tasks exhausting and stressful.
Anyway I've been pondering these things because after a month, and about 16 different sleeping places by my rough count, this morning I didn't wake up in a strange room, but one that I am familiar with. Last time I was in Europe, about 5 years ago, I stayed in Stockholm, in this house and room and bed, for about 3 weeks. Stockholm is the first place in over a month where I don't actually have any strong inclination to play the tourist. I'm just going to let Sophie feed me, practice my Polish on her and walk around Stockholm pretending that I belong to this city. Because while Helsinki is nice, Stockholm is definitely cool.
(P.S. - Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day. It was exciting to be able to celebrate it in Viking territory, because we all know that they were the original and the best pirates.)
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Just be careful you don't catch Stockholm Syndrome while you're over there, I hear it's quite common for tourists. That's just how hospitable they are! Muse over that one for a little while...
-Phill
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