england, chapter 0

22 04 2009

(more to follow, about the wedding i went for and all i got to do and see while i was there, but i came back in work-debt far over my head, so there’s only time for this one wee jot for now):

ridiculously fluffy bedding, a complementary breakfast with more things to choose among than i could possibly have consumed if given the whole day, and a hot shower with excellent water pressure at the paddington station hilton thanks to ssartain‘s accrued points from frequent business tripping (which left money over for a movie and room service) are a posh and lovely way to surrender to jet lag for a night in london, and yet…

and yet.

there’s still an intangible measure by which they don’t actually out-do sleeping curled into sweaters in the rental car the night before returning it, in a hotel parking lot because i and my then-companion lacked the cash to go inside, or, for that matter, even find a hostel, calling dinner/breakfast the last crumbs of bread bought days ago and the crusty nutella left around the bottom edges of a jar.

the road is not what connects the points and places in a life; the road is the life, and for all that hands and pens contribute, often it’s tired feet that tell the best tales.

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4 responses

24 04 2009
donnickcottage

I’m jealous.

24 04 2009
tyra

of which version? 🙂

24 04 2009
tyra

of which version? 🙂

24 04 2009
donnickcottage

I’m jealous.

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