This post will be quite short, all because everything that will shortly appear on my blog needs a little introduction.
As something changed in my as in a traveler it’s obvious something will change in me as a travel writer. And between the old Polish Girl and the new Polish Girl there must be a moment of transition and transitions are always hard, aren’t them?Therefore I decided to allot a new series of the travel articles which are yet to come. This serious will be maybe a little more personal… it will be about being a traveler, about what does it really mean to be homeless or not and finally about looking for home and making decisions whether to find it or not.
But, shh, I ought not to give away too much! I guess those two seperated by 2-days long distance notes in my travel diary will be sufficient for now.
4 april 2015
Just to give you a feeling of a moment, I am now stuck on a second floor of McDonald in a Vieux Port in Marseilles trying to force a chocolate chip cookie down as it’s probably the first meal I took in past 24h. I’ve just cried for around 2h, too scared and broken to even live the room never mind explaining my fatal condition to people I have never met before (hostel life and stuff, everybody wants to help you but you’re like – leave me alone).
So I am sitting trying to force this bloody cookie down for 15 minutes …
I have a whole EMPTY year in front of me and I am not feeling like dealing with it right now. Like.. it’s exciting to think about all those things I can do in one whole year but it feels like I’ve just made one more trip walking the streets of a place I would so badly want to call home just to be obligated to go back in 3 days from now, having no home and furthermore, no plans for next 12 months.
6 april 2015
On my way from Marseilles to Prague
8:30 pm exactly results have been announced… Mrs Tomczyk have succeed in our entrance examination and we are delighted to hopefully welcome her as our student the following year.
God, damn, guys… it looks like I found a new home.