Old cities new beginings

Whenever I have the opportunity to travel and it happens less and less often due to the complications of adult life. AKA work. I find myslef instead of enjoying the mindlesness of the modern tourist, which I should do more often. I end up checking the suitability of the place that I am visiting as a place to live. As if I was in constant search of a new spot on the planet to hang my jacket.

Such an approach has always been fruitless as in any of my moves I have never chosen the city. The city has chosen me. Back, now more than, 8 years ago when I landed, or should I say crash landed in London, it was not a desire to live in London that drove me there in the first place. I just had to get my-self a university. Similar thing happened, two years ago when I made it to The Netherlands. I was just in search of another challenge, basically had to get myslef a job.

As som of you know I have now moved to live in a slightly more lively city but more thrown into the outback of The Netherlands. The commute stays the same only the wind that I have to face changes. And no, my job has not changed I stil write software.

I do not know what is the point of this post but saying that as I have turned 30 and begin to have very few clear things in life. I have decided I need to write and be more present on this blog. And perhaps on the others too. But for technical elements more time is required and I do not feel comfortable blogging about work stuff. How ever you never know.

All I can really say to finish this random rant, is that last night at the convert of Kusturicka, and the non smoking orchestra. Something from the old self came back. A need to express and fell, and that I have to honor. I thank my girlfriend for the brilliant evening and week-end that she organised. Thanks a lot. Love you to bits.