Life Of Travel

So I went to Birmingham last weekend and it was a pretty good weekend. I got to catch up with 2 of my favourite people and see a new place. Birmingham itself as a city wasnt really that exiting and it isnt really planned out very well (I wouldnt recommend driving there). It was definitely the company that made the trip (as is usually the case in England). We did go to the Bull Ring Market, a vintage clothing store and a ‘themed village’ just outside Birmingham. I think it was called Blacktown. It was like set in the old days of coal miners and other such hard grapht. It was… lets go with quaint.

There's alot of sculptures like this in Birmingham

So my partner in crime for the weekend was a girl I had met a couple of years ago at an american summer camp. I wouldnt say we are kindred spirits but we definitely have the ability to talk enough shit to eachother so it makes for good conversation, and it was these conversations that has inspired the bulk of this entry.

So inbetween the drinking and sight seeing I think she taught me a few things (indirectly of course), or more the case may be that our conversations went in directions which made me think, or moreso, ask myself questions about things I usually wouldnt.

The one that rattled me the most is a conversation that went along the lines of
‘Maybe your lost and searching for something’
‘But what would I possibly be searching for?’
‘Blah blah blah, rah rah rah’
‘Well I cant wait to find it!’

Now usually a chat like this would have been forgotten in 10 minutes or so, but the thing is, this isnt the first time that this has been suggested to me. I was in Melbourne once at a Christian rock concert (dont ask why) and at the end of it, the lady sitting next to me handed me a note which read something along the lines of, ‘what are you running from?’

Now, heres my thoughts on the concept of these to little events. Firstly, I would much prefer to think of my travelling as searching rather than running, and then not even as searching. I have always thought that travelling just isnt that complicated. My life is not Eat Pray Love, or some other soul searching pilgramige. I like to think of myself as just a traveller, not in search of anything in particular.

TRAVELLING IS NOT A SEARCH, BUT THERE’S A FUKLOAD TO BE FOUND!

Birmingham Skyline

Now maybe its just because I was hanging out with this chick and her step sister got engaged at a young age, but we ended up talking quite a lot about kids and perfect partners, and heres what I learnt about myself with that stuff. I think I definitely want kids. Would it be wrong to just have them travelling constantly with me, or would it mean that id have to settle down somewhere for like 18 years. Also, my list of qualities in an ‘old lady’ is quite extensive, but I also feel that the right girl would just blow all the other criteria out the window. Am I a romantic at heart? There is one thing I know for sure, this lucky lady would definitely have to have the travellers spirit, which doesnt necessarily mean that she travels constantly.. I think ill write a blog on the travellers spirit some day. Oh, good banter and a good taste in music, they are the 3 top qualities.

I think the best thing I learnt over the weekend though was that I hadn’t just lied down in a park for quite a while. I think that was my favourite part of the weekend. Just sitting in the park, nice sunny day (probably the last for a while) watching people and clouds, (the people wathcing in Birmingham is quite good, very eclectic bunch they have there) have a little nap, and then just talking shit with good people.

Happy Days, next trip – to Durham with a few more of my favourite people..