Yesterday a nice man named Bill informed me that I'd passed the UK driving test. It was an even bigger relief than I'd imagined and I now feel a little more like I 'belong' here. I still don't really understand how I was allowed to drive for a year on my US license-- I'm thankful I was able to, though, despite the pains and panic attacks of navigating through tiny lanes, between tractors, up and down steep hills etc, all while figuring out how a clutch works and depth perception from the other side of the road. I passed!
I was thinking about the unique challenges of driving in the countryside of England whilst coasting down the steep hill leading into Portesham village...one of which is getting a good radio signal. I actually find it exciting the way the channels fade and distort as the hedges reach higher up toward the sky. Single words and syllables stick out and stations pingpong back and forth in interesting and unexpected ways. It's quite the delight.
I couldn't sleep a few nights back. One link led to another and I found myself perusing crossrecord.blogspot.com, my blog from 2008-2013. I enjoyed reading some of the posts while feeling pretty wholly disconnected from that person writing. I came across to myself as curious, maybe even intelligent? Who was this person? Did I get dumber? Why haven't I kept a writing habit up for many years? I thought: yes: I am going to revive this blog and leave behind at least a portion of my Instagram activities-- swap them for writing more, posting more consciously, more slowly.
I've just attempted to log in to said blogspot with no luck...it's simply been too long. Here I am on my other blog, which I'm calling a bog because I mis-typed it but relate to that a lot more. It's a record of time and a few thoughts, experiences, images that pass by within my existence here. Hello, if anyone is around- and if no one is, that's okay too. xoE