Where Eurostar may take you

Aaahhhh… fate brings me back to England. What can I say? I took the last Eurostar here. This is not a job hunt trip but well… some trips have the consequence of getting back to the same place from one time more to an unlimited number of times, maybe… It is pretty cold in here but the place where I am staying has a really nice heater and the place is really cozy and warm and it is so well located that I think Tom must have sold his soul to get it. I didn’t plan to hit the island this weekend, but in the good name of spontaneity and giving a try to something that might be as well a super awesome time (something like when you were not planning to go out, but a friend convinces you of a drink or two and you end up having a bombastic time)… why not. I had some pounds left from the last trip anyways.

I feel so cold outside that I don’t even consider going shopping and anything that is not my comfy sleepers is hard to get on my feet. Tom is coming back from work around 8pm and we might hit a pub after eating something. I must say it is a consolation that no one here smokes inside because even if today it has been easier not to think of my smoking, when people smoke in my face it is really a challenge and I am making sure no hard drink is on my reach (I still haven’t heard anything about Tuesday night, so I am a bit concerned now that I have made a total ass my myself and people will no longer talk to me).

I don’t know what the plan is tomorrow, but who am I kidding… when have I planned anything anyways? I barely keep an agenda to respect my agreements with other people… Maybe I will call some friends… maybe we will have a quiet weekend full of gallery visiting.

It is funny to be back in London, the Mecca of hot bankers, after such a short period of time. The time before last I was here was such a long time ago, and now I am here again and it is a bit confusing to realize that actually I know more people in London than in Aachen. I know more people in Amsterdam than Aachen. I know more people in Zürich than Aachen. I know more people in Brussels than in Aachen. I know more people in Prague than in Aachen. I know more people in Budapest than in Aachen. I know more people in Dublin than in Aachen. I know more people in Cairo than in Aachen. I know more people in Dubai than in Aachen. I know more people in Singapore than in Aachen. I know more people in Shanghai than in Aachen. Even in Sydney I know more people than in Aachen. So the question is becoming what the hell am I doing in Aachen?

I wanted to stay somewhere for some years and as I am in Aachen the plan automatically became to stay in Aachen or somewhere close by, but it was my friend Rolf who asked me: Why not to stay somewhere else? There is nothing hooking me to this city. Initially I thought of other German cities, but now I am thinking… why not somewhere else? If it is true that my naturalization is in process, it is also true that I am not so random that I won’t care about feeling like no one gives a crap about me all the time, and I must say I am feeling pretty lonely in that town in the last month or two and anyone that has tried to live in Germany (Turkish and Russians don’t count) knows how long it takes to get acquainted to a group here, never mind until someone actually takes you as a part of their life. Staying somewhere is staying somewhere independently from where.

I mean I don’t even know what I will do the next week that Saul is away.

On other news I spoke to Petroula. She is coming to visit me very soon! I am so happy about it because Gosh… I just really need someone that I feel close to me now. We will have so much fun. I have started organizing a small party and going out for when she is around.

Oh well… Tom is almost here. I will go get pretty.