My Selfish Blog

Posted on June 26, 2012

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Time to pay a bit more attention to this (as I say maybe once every 2 months). Whilst I will try and update it as regularly as possible, I can’t promise, obviously, but we’ll see. I do know that I will now go against what I wanted it to become, and make it more of a personal account of being out here and then being back home. I am as jumbly mentally as I have ever been, and maybe by narcissitically blurting everything out here, I may feel better eventually. Who knows. All I know is that whilst there may now and then be some ‘It cannot be true!’, ‘Wrestling is Awesome’ and ‘A-Z of…’, most of the time it is going to be me writing about things I see and do. I can only apologise for that, but there we go. Make of it what you will.

I’m in Mostar at the moment, a town I love, but I’m contemplating heading on. I am feeling a little isolated, and whilst I have always had the overly romanticised idea of this, the basic facts are that it is pretty difficult. It is a token aspect of getting older, but I can’t remember the last time I was in the same room as Barry, Andrew, Ashley and Ben. All 5, rather than combinations. This certainly won’t be instantly rectified by going home. Ashley lives just outside of London, Barry in Welshpool, Andrew in Spain and Ben all over the world. So whilst I can’t have them all, the chance of one of them being around is needed right about now. I love Mostar, I love the people I work with and I love the country, but I don’t want to get to the point where it becomes a burden, where it becomes somewhere I look upon as a spiderweb. Whilst I don’t have a plan (or much money, at all), I think I’m going to trek around the southern parts of the former Yugoslavia for a month and then fly home. So maybe Macedonia, maybe southern Serbia, jesus christ mayben even Kosovo, political disagreements or not. There is a posibility that I may spend a month working in Pula, Croatia, but that remains to be seen. I’ve been out here for almost 3 months now, and that has flown by, but it is beginning to drag, and I don’t want that. I also want the old feeling of just being a backpacker in a hostel, as opposed to working in one. Working in a hostel is great, but it is also pretty lame at times, and I’ll do a pros and cons before leaving. I would like to go to a hostel however, and have someone show me a map, have someone take my passport details, have conversations with people without having to worry about folding laundry or watering plants. I’m 26 going on 27, and I certainly don’t want to go through life without having children (Shocking, I know), so a month or so of old fashioned travel before heading home is needed.

It’s also bloody hot.

Too hot.

Of course, none of this is final yet, but I am increasingly planning a route in my head and also looking at flights. Can’t hurt to have a plan.

That’ll do anyway, enough rubbish. Hajde, ciao.

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