The last few months, perhaps for even a year or so now I have had this feeling of restriction - the sensation that I'm not living my life how it's meant to be.
I'm in a robotic state of mind which goes something like "work, eat, work, struggle to sleep, repeat".
A few small changes to my life have made me somewhat ambitious. I moved out of home to live in London and pursue a International Political Economy at university (there's a story for another day) . The move has somewhat 'unshackled' me from the entrapment I've experienced up until now. I feel like I can do anything and go anywhere and be anyone sometimes, but then the realities of life hit me again and I sit back down. It's funny.
I am getting increasing urges to 'book it, pack it and fuck off'. To Italy. Everything about Italy appeals to me - the landscape, the language, the history, the food, the men, the fashion. Literally everything. I've been really looking into it over the last few days, I'm more serious than ever all of a sudden. But I need to do it. A solo trip, a different language - me, my camera and my thoughts. Somewhere I can really go and soak up a bit of culture, and set some perspective on humanity! What better place to start other than Puglia! I can fill my time with seaside bus journeys, drinking the finest coffees and cocktails and eating the world's best cuisine. 1 week, that's all I need for now.
So I suppose this is the beginning of my future. Who knows what it will bring? Well one thing's for sure, I'm going to need a few bob to get me going on this. So I will work my socks off. I'll smash it at uni, and I'll work all the hours sent like every second of it is for my future. I shall I've a frugal life - not difficult to pull off considering I can blame it on student life - save up my pennies and do meaningful stuff.
I'm going to create memories, because thoughts and word's don't last forever.
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