I remember the name of this famous book of Jack Kerouac. Even if I have not read it yet, I realised that this is exactly the name for this period of my life. I am packed again and in one week this time I will be sitting in the yellow bus heading to Brussels.
What is more, my parents already took all my stuff from Prague, so there is nothing left. Just few really necessary things. I am so grateful that they came to help me. Otherwise, I would not be able to move out so fast. Actually, it is so great to know that every time I need help, I can count on them. I feel so secure knowing it.
Few days ago my friend Martin from Bratislava wrote me. "Would you like to join us on Friday and on Saturday? We are going to Mala Fatra. It would be nice, if you come with us." Oh, I wanted so much to say YES, sure, I will join you. But I could not because of exams again and because of traineeship in Belgium.
What is more, today I got message from David, one of my first friends here in Prague and my "lecture mate" and chocolate co-consumer :-)) He is organising some kind of project in Nurnberg this week. He wrote me that I would be welcome. It is not possible for me.
To sum it up, there is just one question in my mind. Why the hell I am going to Brussels, if I have friends here, in this part of the world? Probably it is because of my way of being. That is the way I am. Always of the road heading to somewhere where I have not been before ...
