This time I’m really going to do it

onatrainI’ve been toying with the idea of doing a blog for years, and I’ve made many starts and attempts. But I think what has always happened is that I over-thought it. I tried to figure out what I was going to write about, how to categorise. Sometimes I started two or three sites at once because I was interested in different topics. I’d think about names, design nice templates (I am at least a passably good web designer), anything except actually writing. But this, I hope, will be different. I’m going to try to write something, anything, every day, even if it’s bullshit.

The name? About a year ago a friend told me to be ready to get on a train at the train station at 6:30 one Saturday morning. However, I wasn’t told where we were going, where we would end up. It was an interesting experience, but on thinking and reflecting on it afterwards, it occurred to me that it was a metaphor for my life. I really don’t know where I’m going. I’ve been on the train for a long time, and it has taken me to some very interesting places and situations. Stories of those places and situations will most likely show up here. But where I’ll end up, I don’t know. I do know that my next birthday is my free-bus-pass birthday. In Hungary where I am living, as in many EU countries, people of a certain maturity get to use all the public transportation for free. Looking forward to that!

I’m still on that train. The metaphorical one that is. Maybe someone out there will be interested and read what I’m writing. That doesn’t matter that much to me. I’m writing now, and plan to keep writing, because it is part of my journey.

Oh, if you are reading and are interested in what happened on that train journey a year ago, it was an overnight journey to Subotica, a pretty town in Northern Serbia. You can read more about it here

It has begun. It will continue this time.


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