Coming to an end.

Coming to an end.

Memory is a funny thing. Chronologically I have been here for well over 6 months, though it doesn't feel that way until I focus on recalling my first few weeks, or Christmas, or other time markers. Instead, it has felt like it has flown by.
I told my landlord I'm leaving. Made up my little mind. My puma shoes are taking me somewhere else.

What now? Who knows, but I am ready for a change. Japan, Korea, Hong Kong, Singapore, Thailand, Peru, Equador, USA, somewhere in the alps, Oman; they all have their own appeal. I'll apply to all though I'm thinking of either Japan or Korea. My minor addictions of good food, money, bboying, language and addiction to challenging myself exist in both countries. Portugal is not a challenge, it's easy. Too easy. No opportunity to be immersed. To feel confused. To have a learning curve. I like curves. Stocks, ability, progress. Like it all.

Oman scares some people I know. Muslim countries scare people, especially those connected to religion. I don't feel scared. I'm not a daring person, well not really. I'm not a fan of anger or conflict or war. Just of discovery.

Oman has a ring to it. I won't be denouncing anyone or anything. Anyone with more info on Oman please speak up now- (shouts to Aldhelm here). Asia first, if I get my act together.

The future is yet to be discovered.