The Wild years
I haven’t been on any significant walks lately but have been walking a lot.
I have got a load of pictures that I am currently sorting out in I photo and will be posting a lot on the 365 project.
I mentioned in the previous blog that I was reading the story of Cheryl Strayed. In her book Wild she describes herself as “The woman with the hole in her heart” A 1100 mile journey on foot from Mexico Border to the Canadian Border alongside California known as the Pacific Crest Trail .
I will be doing a lot of non wild walking next month when I start walking around Victoria and Belgravia, knocking at the doors of the rich & famous, collecting data for the Electoral Register of Westminster Council. I’m also working on a piece of writing for The Ramblers Organisation which should feature as a guest blog on their site.
A different type of Wild
I feel like my wild years are behind me now but there is still something of the rebel in me that wants to steer off into the wilderness. My wild years were pretty much from about aged 16 -29, (although I think once a rebel always a rebel) running to London where I was obsessed with music and lived in people’s spare rooms/working and living in hotels as a Chamber Maid and Waitress then ‘progressing’ to squats spending most of my time out at Gigs and playing the bass trying to get a band together.
There was an innocence to it all and I remember giving up a job in the library to go to New York for a month in the hope that I would find a new life over there.
When there I advertised my plane ticket for sale in the hope of having enough money to go to L.A but it was not to be. I took a volunteer job in New Jersey in a campsite for abused children ran by what I considered at the time to be Religious Weirdos.
I just found the whole thing scary, it was not really something that I was anywhere near prepared to deal with. I had to get out of there and go back to NYC .
I met loads of people and had a great time it had such a powerful feeling of impermanence about it.The only thing to do was to keep on moving. When back at my London squat I put an ad in The Melody Maker (no longer in print)& formed a band which lasted all of 3 months then I decided to do a degree as a mature student. Another story altogether.
The thing is though, even now when I read Cheryl Strayed’s story I can’t help feeling envious of her out in the Wild . I wouldn’t want to live my wild days again. (as if!!) But-it seems to me that I am running to stand still these days. I’ve been working 10 years in the same job and am no better off as the cost of living has gone up so much but the pay hasn’t. It’s difficult to know what course of action to take. What sort of changes to make.
Some people may think I should be grateful to have a job (I am) but somewhere a long the line I like to think there will be some adventures again.
Well that’s about it from me . Happy October, and keep on walking.
Had a good 5 mile walk today from Brixton to Chelsea.
I may well lead some London walks next year, lets see how it goes. Will keep you posted.
Next episode coming soon.