On The Road

I was about to write a reflective post about life on the road, moving again, the weird jello-y twinge in the centre of myself every time I talk to someone, in this time before departure when the days seem to pass in slow motion, elongating, each minute heavier, before they pop–instantly–like soap bubbles when you least expect.

I was going to write something. But not only do I have what seems like a dozen pages of web content to edit and guests to persuade for a talk show that I am supposed to co-host this afternoon– I’ve found a blog entry (by an old friend from undergrad, a fellow nomad and Kerouac fan) which expresses my own feelings at least as well as I could. He doesn’t have reblogs enabled, so I’m just going to slap the link here for public view. He’s also written some beautiful things about Western Europe, Rwanda, Egypt and Turkey.


About msmarguerite

Young Quebec City-based freelance journalist. once and future nomad. I blog about life, about travel, about things I notice and every so often about work. I enjoy language learning, singing, swing dancing, skating and...other stuff, sometimes. My heart is somewhere in East Africa, Haiti or Eastern Europe. English, français, русский, malo slovensko, un poco de espanol, um pouco de português ndiga ikirundi, mwen ap aprann kreyòl...
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