I had to stop writing the blog for a second (meaning: two months) but only to come back with some new, juicy content and in the meantime work on something bigger. My own book actually. But more on that later.
Right now I am fighting the jet lag and trying not to fall asleep after I came from my San Francisco trip which was a beginning of something new.
My life became a road for the next… several months. It has its roots in London and bloomed in sunny California. It will grow through my travels to Paris, Berlin, Basque Country, Scotland and many parts of Poland. I will have no home until I decide which direction I will finally go and find one.
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
A fertilizer (what an unpleasant word!) for the changes in my life was the book “On the road” by Jack Kerouac. I knew the story from the movie with Kristen Steward (girl crush), but never had a chance to read it. One word let to another and I ended up with the original scroll in my hands for my trip to California (thanks N. for the inspiration). I carried it with me to every hike, bike ride and walk. Most of the time I was reading 2-10 pages at a time as the content is meat and I needed time to process it. I literally ate 120 pages on my way back to Warsaw, which took around 7 hours of my flight and helped me forget about discomforts in a tiny plane space.
“You always expect some kind of magic at the end of the road.”
The book is a rich postcard from the beat generation in America (1947-1951), showing a lifestyle full of ease and airiness, poverty, drugs and alcohol to help you get by, no steadiness but infidelity, road trips and relocations. All that madness combined with wonderful, frantic jazz music; beautiful New York, New Orleans and San Francisco in the background.
The story, although simple as it is, describing adventures on the road and relationships between Jack and his friends and family, hit the centre of my heart in just the right time. I felt like this book was created for me, for this moment. It is the strength and the motivation, but also the admonition.
“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”
So as I was going through changes (play that song dudes) I started writing a diary which became an idea for a book. It was amazing to then find Kerouac’s story, reading about a road and being on the road myself. I take it all as a sign I’m on the right track to finding myself.
Best spots in SF from the pics above: Land’s End Trail, 17 Mile Drive, Bernal Heights, Buena Vista Park & vegan spot Gracias Madre