Home

I find myself back home again after a week away seeing the folks and my Brother, and a good week was had; and there are stories to be told, stories of Champix, of being ridiculously drunk, of leaves upsetting me should I find the time and the inclination. To be honest it's good being back home and alone, towards the end of the week I was kind of longing for home; for some time to myself, some peace and quiet time. I hope that doesn't come across as being ungrateful for the love and hospitality bestowed upon me by all concerned because it's not meant as such; but for me it can become a little claustrophobic, feel a little suffocating, to spend 24 hours day in day out in close proximity to people, no matter how much I love them. 

That does sound absolutely terrible doesn't it? I am sorry, so sorry, but that's my makeup, my truth, the way I live - if you know me than perhaps you will understand. I am ethereal I admitted that earlier somewhere within this blog. 

Besides my longing for solace I missed my music so much, a week or so without any music kind of dulled my soul and it's good to back here sat in my lounge listening to music and writing away. Talking of writing I actually wrote a bit of poetry this evening, just a couple of verses that I found playing in my mind, but it's a start I guess and the first stuff I've written in about 6 years. I think I have a mental block as I believe I wrote all I needed to write in "The Washing Of The Blood", it's life personified, crystallized and laid out bare; but we'll see.

It's back to work in the morning and something strange has occurred in respect of this, I'm actually looking forward to going back. Normally, after a holiday I absolutely dread the first day back, it tortures the mind, even though I enjoy my work, but not this time. It will be good to get back into the swing of things. 

I must admit I think I have found the almost perfect job, I guess it shows as I'm now into my thirteenth year. But it provides me with as much social integration as I need, I am normally a quiet, introvert kind of guy; but this alter-ego appears at work and I just get out there and enjoy it, I thrive on the challenges, the juxtaposition of it all. It is my extended family to some extent and I live within an elongated moment for 10 hours a day.

I'm heading way off subject now so I'll cut it loose; there are more words but they will be written later.

Listening to: Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker (Vinyl)