Saturday, August 07, 2004
Day 68, the day after the end.
The last few weeks have been a blur of twirling and whirling and swirling to swing jazz and *eww* ragtime with Russians and Ukrainians and Spaniards and Norwegians and Swedes and Americans and French and Aussies. Meeting the who's who and up-and-coming people in the world of swing and tap. There's something in the air of Herrang that intoxicates. If there's lindy heaven, this would be it. Where lunch is ice-cream and swing music played everywhere. People dancing here and there, and the most wonderful brownies for supper. Such diversity in the people you meet too! People you'd wanna run to and people you'd wanna run away from. *grin*
HM and I parted our ways after Herrang, she back to London and on to Stockholm for me. Stayed in a friend's apartment that came straight out the Ikea catalogue, and enjoyed the last few days, save for the flu that started to bug me since Day 55.
When I arrived at Changi Airport, it finally dawned upon me how long I'd been away. All the way home it felt quite surreal. Seeing familiar things but being distant from it, no longer familiar. There were some changes too... The Trans Island taxis have changed their colors, there were new roller blinds in my house, the cat's gained one kg, there were new sheets on my bed.
Well, guess this is it. La Fin. End of the road. It's been fantabulous and I will ask for nothing more. I experienced a little bit more of this place called Earth, and the creatures that crawl upon it. I tasted the milk of human kindness. I felt more keenly how different I am from others, and am grateful for that link we all share. I'm still seeking, and planning for the path that is ahead. I know a little more about the person inside, and for what this person stands.
Cheers.
The last few weeks have been a blur of twirling and whirling and swirling to swing jazz and *eww* ragtime with Russians and Ukrainians and Spaniards and Norwegians and Swedes and Americans and French and Aussies. Meeting the who's who and up-and-coming people in the world of swing and tap. There's something in the air of Herrang that intoxicates. If there's lindy heaven, this would be it. Where lunch is ice-cream and swing music played everywhere. People dancing here and there, and the most wonderful brownies for supper. Such diversity in the people you meet too! People you'd wanna run to and people you'd wanna run away from. *grin*
HM and I parted our ways after Herrang, she back to London and on to Stockholm for me. Stayed in a friend's apartment that came straight out the Ikea catalogue, and enjoyed the last few days, save for the flu that started to bug me since Day 55.
When I arrived at Changi Airport, it finally dawned upon me how long I'd been away. All the way home it felt quite surreal. Seeing familiar things but being distant from it, no longer familiar. There were some changes too... The Trans Island taxis have changed their colors, there were new roller blinds in my house, the cat's gained one kg, there were new sheets on my bed.
Well, guess this is it. La Fin. End of the road. It's been fantabulous and I will ask for nothing more. I experienced a little bit more of this place called Earth, and the creatures that crawl upon it. I tasted the milk of human kindness. I felt more keenly how different I am from others, and am grateful for that link we all share. I'm still seeking, and planning for the path that is ahead. I know a little more about the person inside, and for what this person stands.
Cheers.
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