It’s interesting to me how many times the same questions come up as I hobo my way around. I thought I’d do a series of posts answering some of them.
“So, when are you coming back?”
This one reveals an assumption about what I’m doing, that it’s a thing, it’s a project, it had a beginning and will have an end and then it will be over. And that the timescale is predetermined. Also that when I finish, I will return to London and perhaps pick up where I left off. It’s also tied in with an assumption that I’m avoiding London at other times. When I am in London, and I see people they say “Oh, you’re back!” I don’t see it like that, I always see myself as passing through.
I can’t say when I’m coming back, because I don’t know whether I am “coming back”. I don’t know what comes next, I don’t know how long I’ll be living like this. I will stop when I’m ready to do something else.
Some people find these answers alarming, some find them reassuring.
