As a wandering traveler, I have become a little too good at making changes. I mean drastic changes, and not only that, they happen quickly. From one day to another, sometimes one hour to another I can decide on quitting a job, quitting a course, ending one relationship or another, sometimes friendships, that I realized way back in the past just took more than they gave. Usually the quick, sometimes irrational decisions, grow out from long hours of contemplation, sometimes it’s just the thrill of something new that imposes them.
Being the kind of person who tends to over explain every little thing, I’ve always wondered how and why people tend to walk away without uttering a word.
My friend Julia and I landed late at night on 18th of August 2015. Our fourth five hours long flight was exactly that; long. It had taken us from LA and across the water over to the remote piece of land on which Hilo is located. Despite the final flight being one of the shortest, it felt the longest.
Instead of starting to write about each of my stops from the timeline I posted the other day, I am going to jump ahead and write about my experience of living in Edinburgh – in a hostel.
I thought I’d be a good idea to write a kind of factual, briefly descriptive and detailed timeline with what I’ve been up to since my ‘disappearance’ from Sweden in 2009.
The time finally came, when the need for comfort came to outweigh the desire for adventure.