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Leaving London
4 October 2006 01:52Last nights Tirade laid on the notion of fate. Actions in our lives have purpose, meaning (disclosed and undisclosed). I struggle with not being spotaneous. The visionary within dreamed of cobble-lines streets, 84 charing cross road, London Portrait gallery- whereas the practicle side realised the time dragon, and responsiblity I have within.
Regret.
Life is short. Housework will wait. There are friends who at a moments notice will watch the house, Mr. Phat Borris. At times, at all times, its best to follow ones gut instincts, with an open ear to others advice.
For some odd reason, searching for flights on the net, discovered a Tuesday night flight to london, returning on the 25th, for under 600. With short notice, flight costs, and being international, THIS WAS A STEAL. Returning on the 25th, I'd have 4 hours to get myself back to Rochester, into work, and then leave in 2 days for an art class I'm taking. Its duable. I slept on it, and discussed the idea with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tattooedartgirl, and imyaj. This morning the idea had lost some of its appeal, yet still alurring.
For some reason, I pictured myself, running on the plane with only a nap sack, talking to the person next to me-that this trip was NOT planned, and "winging" the days I would be abraod.
Obviously not ment to be.
Although The exact flight has 16 seats available, cost is over 1,000.00. THe next reasonable fair is 700.00+, with a real wacky tobaccy flight scheduel.
There is a lump in my stomach.
If it ment so MUCH to me, I should of booked it-and not waited.
I feel like a FUCKING MANIC Psycho.
Maybe this is how it was supposed to turn on anyway. As planned.
Regret.
Life is short. Housework will wait. There are friends who at a moments notice will watch the house, Mr. Phat Borris. At times, at all times, its best to follow ones gut instincts, with an open ear to others advice.
For some odd reason, searching for flights on the net, discovered a Tuesday night flight to london, returning on the 25th, for under 600. With short notice, flight costs, and being international, THIS WAS A STEAL. Returning on the 25th, I'd have 4 hours to get myself back to Rochester, into work, and then leave in 2 days for an art class I'm taking. Its duable. I slept on it, and discussed the idea with
tattooedartgirl, and imyaj. This morning the idea had lost some of its appeal, yet still alurring.For some reason, I pictured myself, running on the plane with only a nap sack, talking to the person next to me-that this trip was NOT planned, and "winging" the days I would be abraod.
Obviously not ment to be.
Although The exact flight has 16 seats available, cost is over 1,000.00. THe next reasonable fair is 700.00+, with a real wacky tobaccy flight scheduel.
There is a lump in my stomach.
If it ment so MUCH to me, I should of booked it-and not waited.
I feel like a FUCKING MANIC Psycho.
Maybe this is how it was supposed to turn on anyway. As planned.
