wanderingbec

Not only is the opinon of others not as important as I once believed, but the fact is: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE THINKING! The paranoid projection of my own insecurities onto other people is NOT the same as their own thoughts about me. My new strategy is: deal with other people’s reactions after they react! Cross the proverbial bridge and so on…

the world intrigues me, I enjoy the journey as much as reaching my destination, I am addicted to new experience… Leaving home was in no way due to disliking it, or even feeling tired of it… I love Wales, and although in some strange way I make my base wherever I am in the world, Wales is home. Anyway, I’m trying to go home… if only adventure didn’t beckon in such an irresistable way!

I’m far away from the sea, but the stars are equally important to me. An hour doesn’t sound like much, but I rarely take more than two minutes to stop and look at the night sky. On nights when the air of Beijing obscures my view, I miss them very much. An hour each night would be ideal, in fact: the perfect opportunity to rearrange my thoughts in good company!