Firstly, RIP Mr. Arafat. I didn't hear that news until I'd gotten back to Gatwick airport and there's only one phrase floating through my head- What next? I've been reading all of the reports and all of the predictions and I agree with the fact that this is a historic turning point for the Arab-Israeli conflict, should they choose to take it. Now, this is the operative phrase. I can't get the feeling out of my head that a week, two weeks, three- will pass by and nothing will have change. No negotiations decided because everyone is still standing in their own corners with helmets and riot gear on waiting for the first grenade. If the two sides can agree to at least the fact that they don't want to be at war, then I don't know. I just wish and pray to all of the God's for some sort of an end to all of this.
On a liter note, I've also come to the realization that I want to stay in Europe for a while. My other option is to go back to the US and get a real job, go to work every morning and come home to an empty house and bills- no thanks, not just yet. So, I'm going to use my return flight to the US, put my things into storage, sell my car, and get a map with two darts. The darts will be the factors which determin where I go. (I'd better work on my aim I guess)
Sarah told me that it's my life and I should do what feels good and it doesn't feel right to go back to the real world. I kind of like just experiencing. First the world, then I'll get a job- it's not as if I won't have a place to stay, there's always Cognac. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to increase that number of live shows that I've gone to and I can go to them in Berlin, Prague, Geneva, Paris, etc......
CSHL- 13 November, 2004. Chiswisk, United Kingdom.
