London’s section of town dedicated to India’s flavored markets, fashion designers, cafe’s and sweet aromas of Thai, Ethiopian and Middle Eastern foods and delicacies.   Since being in London I have spent more money than I really should, but where else am I gonna get these retail items that I have longed for… yesterday I went to Brighton a little bohemian town south by an hour of London on the coast. Now keep in mind it is winter here so the climate is a bit on the chilly side. Strolling along the beach sounds nice and cozy but the reality is far from it, more like cold and windy.  Despite the wind, nothing smells better than the salt of the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore.

When I lived in southern California the best thing on earth was going to the beach after a long fucked up day and just walking next to the water, wind carrying the smell of salt through your senses and the waves carrying all your troubles away. Sometimes I look back and wonder why the fuck I even wanted to leave that all behind me… always the need for movement I suppose. Something new, something different… or perhaps the lack of satisfaction.

Nonetheless, I made my decision and I am following through this time. No giving up. I might not be able to stand Madrid 24/7 but I am there and it is my home until I complete this degree. I will be a better person and perhaps  I will be able to achieve something great after I get a piece of paper proving my worth. I may not be able to figure it all out but I am pretty confident whatever it is will have to be dynamic, dangerous and deeply moving.

Moving on….Back to retail therapy… my non-vegan love for leather shoes — I am a sinner and a hypocrite (an honest one tho…) Although I scoured for a nice pair of vegan friendly boots, I caved in and bought some kick ass boots in Brighton and today in the upcoming fashion district I over-paid for this pretty killer shoulder-holster money bag that was assembled from men’s suits and rivets.  It came with a nice little recycling shopping bag as well so I felt good about the purchase.  Now to revamp my look while I am in the states. I am hoping my sister can help me with my fashion sense… I am slightly hopeless in the fashion field.

Posted: December 21st, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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Seeking a voice of inspiration… or a good kick in the ass. I think I really need a notebook so that I can carry it around with me wherever I go and write the shit in my head down.  Although just like everything else my little Midas hands touch, I am sure that it too, would be left at home collecting dust. Yes, brilliant me with the best intentions, always preoccupied with the stupid shit, leaving what matters behind.

So, I think many months have passed since my last post and I can render a billion excuses such as; life has not been all that interesting, I have been severely up to my eyeballs with work and school,  I forgot I even had this blog and there are people in the cyber world who think this shit is somewhat interesting and actually take the time to read this, etc., etc. To those of you who find my life experiences even the slightest bit interesting and have anxiously awaited another post, I am very sorry for letting you down (I am sure there has been a disclaimer made for my laziness in previous posts) and I hope this entry is not an anti-climatical let down.

Currently I am in London, although quite honestly I have not even really set foot  in the city itself since I landed here on Friday.  Although the desire is there, I am not overwhelmed to do so and in fact have taken a liking to the couchsurfing couple who has been hosting me and are absolutely out of this world amazing! First I will start off by saying it was omen finding them not only because they are super fucking awesome, but they are vegan, they are amazing chefs, and they are open and inviting. Who needs to see Buckingham Palace with a bazillion other idiotic tourists when you can have a slice of real life complimented with genuine hospitality without having to travel too far. Besides I saw all that shit once before and well…. I want to come back in summer when it warms up a bit and I have more time.  For now where I am is hella good, I am content and eating well. Thank goodness I am on vacation and headed to California where I can begin hitting the pavement and running again!

Speaking of running… its the new athletic obsession I have consumed. I have stopped going to the gym (my membership expires in Jan.) and I have worked my way up to doing an 8K or running constantly for about 50 minutes.  Just another compulsive obsession you can chalk up and add to the list of dysfunctional (albeit healthy to some degree) psychological attributes I have gained since living abroad.  I personally think it would be an interesting experiment, or rather research project, to investigate the psychological traumas (or just changes in general)  one experiences when moving/living abroad.  I can attest to acquiring quite the mother load of issues, for better or worse, mostly worse.  I am not sure how things are progressing, but at least I am at the point of realization and determining the causes for whats happening and why I do the things that I do, so I suppose that is a good start.  Admitting you are a giant fucked up mess is half the battle right?

Fall term has officially come to an end, hence the reason I am in the United Kingdom awaiting my voyage home to my motherland (and my mother) I am looking forward to being home and wish I could spare more than the two weeks I am to be there.  I have a very strong feeling I Am not going to want to go back to Madrid.  I find however, when I am away from the city and I return, I have a more positive outlook on being back.  I am still not a giant fan of Madrid, nor do I ever think I will be, but Spanish life has consumed me and I am not willing to give that up just yet.  I love the lifestyle, but could do without the city life and some of the cultural differences that follow… but this is a story that has been told repeatedly

Posted: December 21st, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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