Monday, June 13, 2011

Jet Plane

I guess I am not the only one wants to see the world. Clearly the ash from Chile is on an adventure of its own and who can blame it? There are some bloody great sights out there.
Hopefully this ash won't be stalking me on the weekend as I head over to my constant stomping ground, New York.
I feel like I haven't travelled in ages. There was a while there when I was in multiple countries in matter of weeks - most of them war zones. While catching the subway in NY can be like a war zone I am aware this trip is a little more tame than usual. I will take my trusty camera and film my doco on the UN, I will write some articles for magazines but really my main goal is to eat as much NY pizza as I possibly can without vomiting it all up and wasting pure gold.
Oh how my ass will grow with such love. It is already in counselling for how to react when everyone will have no choice but to say yes to the question: Does my bum look big in this?
Then on my way home I plan to make a pit stop to a place where many fear to tread. Well maybe I am exaggerating but this is where they set Children of the Corn. That's right I am heading back to Nebraska. Yes I did say back to. 
Twenty years ago I spent a year in Nebraska and now I get to celebrate how old that makes me sound with all my fellow classmates. Did anyone say "High School Reunion?"

To be continued...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Peeping Paula

Do you ever look at your life and wonder if it is the one you are meant to be living? I do.
I can't help but feel like I am missing something - a bit like losing a matching sock and no matter how hard you look it is nowhere to be found. That one lone sock will forever be worn with one that doesn't quite match and yet it is still functional. Sometimes I feel like that is my life: a non-pair of socks.
I certainly have no regrets. I most definitely have made mistakes. I am proud of who I am and what I have and will achieve but...yes there is always a but.
A couple of years ago I think my life was supposed to turn out differently than it did. Sure you say, everything happens for a reason and I would nod along with you on any other occasion but on this one I beg to differ.
Like all good stories it involved a boy, love at first sight, a war and an ending that will one day be like The Bridges of Madison County. 
I can't change the way things have gone and nor would I want to but what if this was not the way it supposed to go?
Now I would be married. I would have had a child, maybe two. I would be speaking another language. I would be right where I was meant to be.
Yet I am not. I am not unhappy. I do not feel hatred and again, I do not regret. Yet when I look at my life from the outside in I know that something isn't right.
I am missing my sock.