I’ll do my looking back with my eyes closed
February 12th, 2007
No Dancing in the aisles
Ed’s Diner - London
It has been nearly a year since I moved to London. One year ago today I was in London for a week, to check things out, to have some first job interviews and to look for a more permanent place to live. After that week I shortly went back to Denmark and from there I took the one way ticket to London. I am glad I wrote it all down, I wouldn’t have remembered half of it otherwise. And looking back, even with my eyes closed, a lot has happened.
My very first visit to The Cafe
Spending my valentine day in a Burger King on Leicester Square
How I fairly quickly had an admirerer called Bill
Finding the perfect place to live, with a little help from B.
Getting tickets for the Vertical Hour
Indeed a lot has happened, but I am not there yet. Where is there? I don’t really know exactly, but I will let you know when I do. Even though I am doing the screen writing course on Uni, I am still not sure what direction I want to go. I am very sure what I don’t want, and I need to keep that in mind, to not slowly fall asleep again here as well. One thing I do know - London is the right place to live for me.
Latest trip update:
Still waiting for my visas (that’s planned). Received my London-Moscow plaintickets, which are the only paper tickets I will have. I don’t need any vaccinations. I know the exchange rates for the Russian Rubbel and the Chinese Yuan. And I read about the Moscow underground and how impossible it is to read everything in Russian.
This weekend I sat down for a while thinking about what it actually is I am going to do, and it scares the willies out of me.
But hey.
I’ll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open …
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It’s beginning to dawn on me that we’ll have quite a few days without hearing from you at all… but I’m looking forward to taking a peek at your photo album and reading about your impressions when you return
Well, I guess I won’t be able to stay away from internet cafe’s when I spot them. So Moscow and Beijing, and New York shouldn’t be a problem. On the train ride it will probably be impossible. I will write a lot on the train (on paper), I did the same in New York, but somehow I never published it here. When you get home it quickly seems so far away in the past that it felt weird to write it. But if there are good stories to tell I will tell them retrospectively, I promise.