I Don't Go Outside Anymore...

"One to the city centre please."

The bus driver looked at me and furrowed her brow, she was trying to figure out if my aggressive tone was intentional or not. Whether you count it as a blessing or a curse, my recent sore throat has given me more of a gutteral growl than a voice.

Deciding that I wasn't trying to intimidate her, she accepted my change and I took my ticket before heading up to the second story of the bus. Sitting down on the remarkably clean and stainless seats, I placed my bag next to me and pushed my headphones back into my ears as I stared out the window. I wasn't sure where the bus would take me on my closer to my would-be home, but I was honestly quite apprehensive as the bus pulled away from the kerb.

I've come to realise that being away from home, I still hold onto the old feelings of clinging to what I know best, to never explore and to be safe...watching the sun set as the suburban housing and single story shops turned into apartments and big shopping chains I realised that I could be perfectly comfortable if I ever decided to take a bus somewhere one day and not know anything about where I was going or when I'd get there.

This is probably part of my 'awakening' into the concious world of adulthood from the subconcious world of childhood.

...That was far too philosophical for a Sunday evening, I think it's a sign for me to sit back and couch potato while watching River Cottage.

-Ross