Blog Post #11 The Flight.
Name: White Dreadlocks
Location: Seat 15B flight KL1687, somewhere probably over an ocean or something.
Occupation: soon to start.
Date: 12.09.2018
This is where I’m located while scribbling this passage in a tatty old notebook, but this is not where I’ll be when you’re reading it. (Now I’m typing up and editing, this sentence feels like a lie, but I promise at the time it was 100% true.) It’ll take some time to type up and edit, (see there you go) but the little precursor above every one of my posts is useful for moments like this. I very much feel as though I am living completely when I’m craning my neck to stare out of the window from my middle-seated position. Soon, I will hopefully be settled in Spain. (I am! I also promise that I will not use this time-bending device again, because it’s confusing me more than anyone else.) ((Much promising in this blog-post! Must make sure I fulfil all of these.))
After a few lovely days in Holland I’m starting a teaching job in Spain, ready for the usual, new ‘adventures’ to begin. To be honest, the next few days will probably be a lot of training, paperwork, and buying kitchen stuff, so I’ll try and drip-feed my eager three followers some stuff about Amsterdam until then. I’m going to attempt to keep this updated weekly for the sake of having something to work towards. After all, what do you do when you have an MA in creative writing and no professional or project to channel your effort into? Bother the internet, naturally!
There’s a lot to say about Holland but maybe after I’ve exhausted those four days, I can travel around more beautiful European countries and find something else to write about. Maybe, I’ll tour round Spain until I’m an expert on the place. Maybe I’ll keep taking pictures of that same beach in Santurtzi while continuing to pretend I’m a travel blog. Who knows? My aspirations often outrun the capabilities of my bank account as you’ll see if you scroll down and look at China.
I know now, though, that I’m ready for a fresh start. I can tell that from the way I find excuses to shower nine times a day. I’ve wanted to wash off this layer of skin for a while now, and the best way to do that, short of a scouring pad, is to get somewhere where you feel totally new. I’m ready for messy, uncomfortable, tourist hell over dull, comfortable, citizenship now. I will miss the double-bed, the cat, the family, the pub quizzes, but hopefully not too much. Hopefully, the excitement will outweigh it.
This is the time to laugh at miscommunication and lost luggage, to embrace to total and utter uncertainty. That being said, if it’s shite, I’ll do my four months as specified by my contract and then move home again. After all, this is white dreadlocks, the obnoxious, privileged, white girl’s answer to traveling. I’m always gonna be reet.
Same rules apply, there will be total, unflinching honesty, acknowledgements of middle-class privilege, and oversharing to the max. Unsurprisingly, I still have no shame.
Yours faithfully,
White Dreadlocks
Inspirational Quote of the week: Remember, wherever you are right now is exactly where you’re supposed to be. I mean, some people are in Bali on a beach doing yoga but I’m sure you’re supposed to be in bed still.













