Time Flies…

There is no greater experience than to be lost in time, completely enjoying life, and simply “being” at peace with everything, despite the moments of frustration that occasionally occur. I don’t recall a time where I’ve ever felt completely connected to my surroundings and wake up thanking the Universe or God for each day I get to be at a place. Oxford has made me a convert of the local life, wherein one can simply step out be or do what fits for that day. Once classes are over (next week), I plan to fully take in the scene and go on the one-day trips that have been so elusive throughout the past few months.

It is difficult to “get away” when assignments and homework nip at my heels, so I’ve stayed close to home just to keep myself in check. Mostly that has been to my advantage, although I have to confess to not completing Death and the King’s Horsemen and didn’t do so well on a quiz. In part – my sole minor defence – and not a good one, is that I was recovering from a very bad cold. But, all things being equal, that is not a good enough excuse. So I’ve stepped up and now I’m back in the flow of everything.

Sadly, “the final flow of everything” is the culmination of my two English classes wherein the dreaded group project is falling upon us like a blunt axe. Three people of the seven will be in another country, two will be “here and there” on a couple of the days, and I’m not sure what else could possible collide with us to scatter us any further than we are. We are the embodiment of both fission and fusion. Seven women in one group – each with their own strong wills and good intellect and ideas, packed into the small of a pub/coffee shop, and sooner or later, the end-result is a massive explosion. Too much energy in one area… And then, there's a dull thud. It is a very unsatisfactory thump that we feel as things move quickly towards nowhere in particular.

BUT, school itself is actually over, barring this “play” or “production” and then the real fun can happen. I’ve realized that I actually don’t have to go to Amsterdam to achieve what was originally sought out to be achieved and am quite satisfied with my stay and adventures here. Everything is cogent. So in the weeks to follow, I will be sufficiently busy with my own business and with the friends I have made at The Corridor, save one. But life is not perfect. Doug, you rock!

Finally, I will be writing significantly more once I am finished with the “play.” I will be writing about my mis-adventures and have some wonderful tales to spin. Things only a traveller can tell about… To be continued...