Hostel Hopping

I met up with an old teacher today to talk about what's happened since I had his class, those first seven days I was there, five and a half years ago. We talked quite a bit over dinner, and though there were times I was asking myself to try and feel what he was saying and failing, there were a couple stand out moments where I truly could feel something.

Early on he mentioned packing up a rucksack and heading to Europe. I told him I've been thinking a lot about hostel hopping as of late. He went on to talk about what it would be to tend a vineyard in Southern France, working for room, board and a bit of pocket money. I could feel that for a moment, being there, my only worry being getting to the end of a row, picking out weeds and things that shouldn't be there, the weather, the sights, the sounds. Not too long later I was thinking of the difficulties involved, how I would store my things at home, my back and joints hurting as I tended the fields, and so on, but for a moment I was there.

I need to be somewhere with grass and trees. Greenery. I've long been wanting to move, needing to. I have to stay where I am though, for a bit longer, get a couple semesters of school in me, some cash going to me and not my family for awhile, but I just have to keep the hope and idea of getting out about me.

peace,
~Dixon