Scatterhead

I just accidentally deleted a nearly finished post, so I’m slightly miffed. Why does that keep happening to me here? Is it WordPress, my laptop, me? Hrmpff…anyway. Here we go again.

I was saying that I’m all over the place right now. So I was in the middle of giving you an all over the place update. Don’t expect great heights of literary clarity or flair…

There’s been a lot of Japan in my life of late. Last week I had a friend over from Nagoya. We trudged around BCN, shopped at Zara (which has made it into the J-guidebooks as THE place to shop. On some levels, I quite agree), chilled here in Sitges, cooked paella (man, it was good!), planted the asagao seeds he brought for me, along with some Serrano pepper seeds I had lying around, started a nuka base to make tsukemono (the yummy pickled veg that go with most Japanese meals), roller bladed, walked on the beach, laughed, talked, connected.

As a result, I’m feeling quite disoriented and disconnected from myself. This may be an artist’s thing, but I’m just not feeling me at the moment, haven’t since I got back from Japan. That was Travelling, Being Away. Then there was two weeks of Limbo, where I was waiting for my friend. I knew that if I got myself into writing mode then, I’d be bad company when he got here, so I didn’t. Then a week of Hanging Out, and right now I’m sort of at a loose end…

But there’s more company, my husband is around at the mo. More talking, connecting, and trying to figure out something that works for the both of us. In a way, the long distance thing does work and might be the way we’ll go, but it’s not really there yet and everything still seems complicated. So back for a few more trips through the emotional wringer, which left me feeling hung over this morning. Trying to get back into my exercise routine, which has been on hold since Nihon. Ooof, it kinda hurt…

I’m planning some trips too (when I’m ever going to get any work done is beyond the powers of my imagination): a quick one to Montpellier in the South of France the coming weekend, and a two week-ish one to Brussels towards the end of June. I’ve decided to spend my birthday there, which could go either way really. But part of me feels like the comfort of home to face 2-9. Also, my mum is getting a new kitten, and I so want to be there to see the look on our old cat’s face when he waltzes in…

That’s it.