{"id":3353,"date":"2008-12-14T08:57:12","date_gmt":"2008-12-14T13:57:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/?p=3353"},"modified":"2023-09-07T04:55:32","modified_gmt":"2023-09-07T09:55:32","slug":"familiar-grounds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mcturgeon.com\/blog\/2008\/12\/14\/familiar-grounds\/","title":{"rendered":"Familiar grounds"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Familiar\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Sitting at Cafe Gerbeau in Budapest. A short stop while i am trying to let my intuition guide me through the streets of this city i am into, with a small travel guide as my only ally.<\/p>\n

I feel small and alone, but so far, i had only 20 minutes of homesickness, as planned. I am now learning to cope and accept this known but so often avoided feeling. I am also learning to be aware of the people placed on my path by the universe, and furthermore, learning to open myself to them, instead of shutting myself off as i always used to do. <\/p>\n

I feel sorry that i did not acknowledge the traveling girl trying to help me at my arrival as i was waiting for my flat’s keys – she looked willing to help, and friendly, but i was so stressed out, i did not realize that the universe was sending me someone to give me a hand in my loneliness.<\/p>\n

Same with the men renting me the flat, who’s also all there to help. I see this with eyes wide open – i am not at all alone, just on unfamiliar grounds, and that is what my travels are about: discovering myself in unfamiliar situations. I’ve been so used to close myself off from people, discarding them if they did not look familiar as friends or family. <\/p>\n

I am here to explore the unfamiliar until i feel comfortable and secure in it’s harms. I am here to learn to open myself to people, to accept the inter-dependance between all of us, and stop aiming for self sufficiency at all time – this i tried for 34 years, and it ended up being a little boring, and overwhelming. <\/p>\n

I must learn to let people be there for me, and myself be there for them.<\/p>\n

Entry from Dec. 2th 2008, taken from my traveling journal.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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