It's been more than a week since arriving back home.
I've been en-climatized again and I am now back to basics, inventing and misspelling words.
The future looks kind of mixed.
The bad: More than half of my friends are either going to the army or going abroad (to avoid the army?) for grad-studies. My timing of return is quite frankly ill-chosen.
The good: The open swimming pool near my home is nearing its completion. It's a marvelous Olympic-sized pool. I'll make it a habit to go there. Nick, next time we race I'll tear you into pieces. But more importantly: I spoke with a volleyball coach and it seems he will accept me in his team. It's a team that trains regularly and it's kind of 5-days-training-a-week-serious, so my volleyball skills might just go up after all. G-Unit and Trombones this is for you as much as it is for me.
We start practicing on Monday. It will be more fitness practice for the first couple of days and then we'll go in an actual court sometime in the next weekend.
To Volleyball!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Memories
Just arrived home in Greece, after a trip that lasted approximately 48 hours.
Long trips in the real world lend themselves to trips down memory lane.
Most of my trips were on recent events. But some headed to the past. Wayback where memory lane begins to fade. But memories are like antiques, gaining value over time. And here is one from a while back:
My family and I had gone on a hike on a mountain close to my village. The name of the mountain loosely translates to "The nun's mountain". It was a sunny day and very warm. I remember waking through golden fields. I was getting thirstier by the moment. But I feared not. I knew we would sooner or later come across the house where the Nun lives. She would give us water and let us continue our journey.
But time passed, I got thirstier and thirstier.
We never ended up finding a Nun.
Sure, being a victim of naivete at a young age is natural. But does it really end there? It's said that 'what we want to be true, we generally believe to be true'. And some things never truly change. They disguise themselves but they don't change.
Long trips in the real world lend themselves to trips down memory lane.
Most of my trips were on recent events. But some headed to the past. Wayback where memory lane begins to fade. But memories are like antiques, gaining value over time. And here is one from a while back:
My family and I had gone on a hike on a mountain close to my village. The name of the mountain loosely translates to "The nun's mountain". It was a sunny day and very warm. I remember waking through golden fields. I was getting thirstier by the moment. But I feared not. I knew we would sooner or later come across the house where the Nun lives. She would give us water and let us continue our journey.
But time passed, I got thirstier and thirstier.
We never ended up finding a Nun.
Sure, being a victim of naivete at a young age is natural. But does it really end there? It's said that 'what we want to be true, we generally believe to be true'. And some things never truly change. They disguise themselves but they don't change.
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