Monday, November 23rd, 2009
slugs
I don’t feel or look like a slug.
That is the only way this post is really related to slugs.
Really I want to write about roots and travel, because lucky lucky lucky Loz, I get to travel all over the place with work. Mostly around the UK, but also abroad. Perks of the job, even without the cold nipples in winter.
I feel very happy and comfortable on the move a lot. I fall asleep quite easily on moving vehicles - demonstrated by that perpetual jerk awake just second after missing my stop on trains and buses… though the real danger is my skateboard narcolepsy. Thankfully that is a lie. And since starting performing my streetshow over the summer it has given me even more freedom to travel around, knowing that I can earn an honest living pretty much anywhere I go (hooray! no more stealing from old ladies!… it was always the same tins of cat food and starchy potatoes anyway… yawn)
When I realised this earlier in the year i started planning a whole series of streetshow touring around foreign lands, plying my wares (errr myself, but not in the nighttime banana-love sort of way), and i planned on never stopping anywhere for more than a month or so… all around Oz from december to march, then across to Seattle and the surrounding area, up to canada… etc etc.
BUT!
i feel differently now.
damn my fickle and flighty nature!
maybe I’m just scared, maybe I’m affected by the cold British winter, but suddenly I feel the draw of having a few roots. Not feet-in-drying-concrete stability with house and mortgage, but some tentative roots keeping hold in the community I love a lot: my family of friends and relatives in Bristol and in non-Bristol UK (there are only 2 regions of the UK in my mind).
I can never sustain meaningful relationships with this constant loose-footedness - and I’m not implying romantic endeavors, because frankly I don’t want anything like that just now! but relationships with friends and family… although they don’t disappear, its hard to connect deeply with anyone who only knows what you’re up to 5 days out of a month or even a year.
so maybe I will come back to the UK after summer in Australia. I may end up going to circus school in France for a while, but still, based in the Bristol for the most part. Somewhere I can build projects with friends and communities and actually commit to something for a while!
Ideal world: I don’t have to do any corporate gigs anymore, I just work with exciting artistic projects, and have all the fun in the world in my Bristol cake and stuff it in my face… (even if I still need to take a slice of it to sunnier clim
es just for the winter!)
make sense much?
hmmmmmm
slugcake mmmmmm