On the Road

Exactly where does one get “a life?”
Can it be found on Craig’s List? Ebay? Eharmony? Amazon?
Please, can someone shed some light on the subject?

Does advancing forward in life constitute actually having one? My lifestyle moves much more quickly than what I consider real life, which I constantly forget to have, so I always feel like I’m slacking. And of course, this leads to chronic bitching about not having the illusive life everyone else appears to have.

Family & friends back home think we lead some sort of a grandiose life, it’s a life they think they want but in reality, one day in touring shoes and they’d go running to the airport. Then start reeling at the thought of a 19 hour flight from London to Sydney via Singapore to simply commute to work. My postcards, these silly diary entries and tour stories make our world more accesible to those who seldomly leave their postal codes. Yet, I think I want their life. Simple, structured and predictible - a place where doing my own laundry is relaxing. Grocery shopping and playing domestic goddess sounds like Wow! Amazing… Sign me up!

Before ever having stepped foot on a tour bus, touring never never-land was this small, inaccessible world; appearing beyond reach. But now it’s common place and I live there. An un-jaded state of mind is now the new never-land.

Living in a constant state of suspended reality is quite exhausting and I do not consider it having a life. Bearing in mind, this is being written in a field, at a vineyard, outside of Cape Town, S. Africa - after midnight… exactly where everyone thinks I’m having “a life.” And since I’m seldom seen without my blankie (computer) and rarely unplug from this bloody adult pacifier (internet), I suppose I should unplug and go in search of the proverbial “life”… and you too! Stop reading! Shut the computer off and go have a life!

1. P says,

   Would you really enjoy something predictable?

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