Digital Pigeon

Yesterday, for some reason, as more and more people around the office had found out I’m leaving the question came up: So, you lived in Prague? I’m not even sure how they knew this except I had told the department head. Still, I found myself talking about the 2000 IMF World Bank G8 protests and how I was freshly out of college and trying to work as an independent journalist. How after the tear gas  subsided I went to school there and even had time to travel south. Through Bulgaria to Turkey where I rested and explored Istanbul, then back through Greece and north again. You are tested constantly when on the road. “It’s a kind of schooling,” I had told the curious. “Finding yourself with only the money in your pocket and the clothes on your back your metal is strengthened and quenched by the beauty of the world and the kindness of strangers.” I recalled letting the folks back home know where I was via post card. And how I sent rose buds and and olive stone to the woman I was to marry from the eastern shore of the bosphorous as the sun set on the smokey city of old. Most had said they had no desire to travel. And what I heard was that they had no desire. But you thank them anyway knowing you are just as incomprehensible for packing up yet again.

Yesterday, for some reason, as more and more people around the office had found out I’m leaving the question came up: So, you lived in Prague?

I’m not even sure how they knew this except I had told the department head.

Still, I found myself talking about the 2000 IMF World Bank G8 protests and how I was freshly out of college and trying to work as an independent journalist.

How after the tear gas subsided I went to school there and even had time to travel south.

Through Bulgaria to Turkey where I rested and explored Istanbul, then back through Greece and north again.

You are tested constantly when on the road. “It’s a kind of schooling,” I had told the curious. “Finding yourself with only the money in your pocket and the clothes on your back your metal is strengthened and quenched by the beauty of the world and the kindness of strangers.”

I recalled letting the folks back home know where I was via post card. And how I sent rose buds and and olive stone to the woman I was to marry from the eastern shore of the bosphorous as the sun set on the smokey city of old.

Most had said they had no desire to travel. And what I heard was that they had no desire. But you thank them anyway knowing you are just as incomprehensible for packing up yet again.

(Source: parepin)


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iuvencula:

Tell me you love snow I’ll make you eat it

Making them eat it is nothing. People who say they love snow are the ones who, when snow falls, are fortunate enough to walk out into it with a wide-eyed happy look on their faces and perhaps spend two minutes brushing it off of their…

Three little letters.

ADK

I lived in Saranac Lake, the mean coldest place in the continental United Stated.

I love the snow.

Summer is our favorite two weeks of the year and the days don’t fall congruently in the mountains.

Its a desert of types, and sometimes I think built to train the faithful.