2009

Who would have thought it could already be 2009?
I've not been much in a blogging, journaling, writing, or otherwise wordy mood these last...months. There hasn't seemed much point, either... After all, it's not like I've been away. I've been here.

But I feel the need to comment right now that it has, in fact, now been for more than a full year I have been in only one country.

Furthermore, I have no clue when the last time was that such a phenomena has occured, but I'm pretty sure it has not been since 1995. Can you imagine that? i have not stayed in one country for a year since 14 years ago!

No wonder it's so weird!

Right now I am really missing Slovakia. Everything is changing there and continuing there and I miss being part of it all and seeing it... We're switching from Slovak krowns (national currency) to euros now. I have a lot of krown in my wallet here that I don't know how or when I'll get the chance to change over. But everyone is changing now. They say the lines in stores move ridiculously slowly, because know one (well, few) know how the coins work and everyone has to figure out the exchange.

I'm going to miss the krown a lot. It was beautiful, every bill a different colour and different size... all our national monuments and history and famous people on the bills and coins... I liked using the euro... outside of Slovakia!

I miss the opera. There's a really interesting looking one on recently of early Slovak history. It's a bonafide Slovak opera and I would almost die to see it. I miss opera in general--good opera. But "what's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Come, let's withdraw."

I will say, though, that despite the homesickness which assails me--and here I would mention that I am also homesick for the Caribbean these days, not because of the weather but just because it's been such a long time--that I do like where I am living and what I am doing. I really do. I think that living fully simply means that we will always have all things... contentedness and restlessness, joy and sorrow, love and hate, and they will always be present in our hearts at the same time. We just have to know how to handle them--and that falls under living well.

I think I write funny. When I read my posts or writings/reflections, I usually laugh at how things come out. So "flamboyant." My biology teacher always protested that I was "too flamboyant," and needed to be more factual, less elaborate, more scientific, more simple, etc etc etc. He should know, though--he did drama on the side, too.

"the theatre, the theatre. Oh how we love the theatre!"

Alright. I'm out of here for now. I've got dinner to go catch before hunger overtakes me.

Cheers!