Archive | June, 2010


23 Jun

In the place where I am now, people ask me how I ended up here. I say, I am taking a break from traveling. Of course. But then comes the inevitable question: how can you be taking a break from traveling when you aren’t home?

I guess I am not sure where home is, so I always just smile and laugh.

I have not been getting much writing done. That is obvious, if only based solely on the absence of posts on this very blog. Instead I have been packing and unpacking books, shelving books, dusting books, printing books, binding books, reading books, selling books, tearing books away from the hungry teeth of an angry puppy named Penelope, moving sleeping cats off of books, and waking up to the stiff spines of books facing my bed, which, incidentally, is in the middle of a room of books. I sleep with Italian books at my feet and Greek poetry at my head. I feel lucky that I get to be sandwiched between such a great group of lovers. Non-Fiction glares at my gloomily from across the room, but I don’t mind.

This whole place that I ended up feels like the most bizarre piece of fiction itself, sort of like “The Abortion: An Historical Romance”, where the books are over taking my life, over taking everyone’s life, as we all become little mini-melodramas, because, how can you not start to adopt the character arcs through osmosis while you sleep? I feel like I am going a bit mad, but generally I am enjoying that sensation. It’s hard, transitioning from a mental place where I had to be cheerful and perky 24/7 because you cannot yell at children for annoying you, to a place where I can talk like an adult. I think I may just have forgotten how to be demanding and self-assured. But, I’m re-learning.

I’ve been having such nice adventures this summer: playing in Budapest with Katie, then making beautiful friends in Romania, and really getting to be happy in Bulgaria as well. Leaving Bulgaria was hard and I would love for that to be my next stop in “where in the world will Danielle live next?” But now, I am settling into Greece. Oh, I feel like I would never be a very good travel writer, because I get so sappy about all the places I go to. Everything I type feels stupid and clichéd. And I hate that so much. Maybe that is why I have put writing about this for so long.

I’m just happy with puppies and cats and books and dust and dresses and sunbathing on the terrace and mustachioed men and falafel and pierogi and beer and fig ice cream and little girls from upstate who could be my sister and all the scrapes that I like to claw my way through and the way I can hear my voice to start to scream when someone tries to tell me that I am making a mistake…

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now … here he comes!

He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don’t know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let’s take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We’re burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil’s water, it ain’t so sweet
You don’t have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

-the killers


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