a man i meet in a bar in byron bay says he saved money sailing yachts around europe to travel. got to the end of his trip in asia, broke up with his girlfriend, didn't want to go home and flew to australia. he's meandering down the coast meeting people and learning to surf and getting a tan. i go back home to the city and get the flu.
my brother spends six months in europe on uni exchange in dublin. makes friends from all over the world. skypes me this week from a bus stop in edinburgh. his hair is almost as long as mine and his beard is outta control and he looks alive. i go have a drink with my friends.
a couple of months ago, i break up with someone, he immediately buys a ticket to london. fast forward, we're speaking this week after a couple of months of dead air and he tells me he leaves next week. uk, france, holland, spain, russia, czech republic, scotland and germany. "a couple of months or a couple of years" he says. the bastard. i go to work.
what am i doing?
i think it might be time to wake up.
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