I moved up to Sheffield carrying with me one large suitcase of general stuff, my travelling backpack, my tent, ready for Towersey Festival, and a big Ikea blue bag filled with things to make stuff from. When thinking about what I’d need to move to a new city with, I packed clothes, a few items for the start of school, and I knew that travelling up on a train would be a pain, but I couldn’t bear to leave behind my felt, embroidery threads, needles, bits of ribbon and other odds and ends for making bits and pieces.
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The Bus
The rain falls steadily on the roof of the shelter. Four large drips fall in the doorway, I had to make my way through them as I came in. The rain has built to a sudden frenzy and is relentless. There are small rivers running along the road and down the hill. I back up against the wall of the shelter as the traffic rushes past, bring up tidal waves from the run off they pass through.
The Train
I am multitasking in the quiet coach. The external dvd drive has failed in its main purpose and the stand-up disc lies dormant in the shiny black casing. So instead of watching funny people and quietly chuckling to myself I’m finishing The Metro’s Sudoku, chewing on my pen lid as I try and work out the logical positioning of the numbers – the ‘Easy’ one is always the hardest for me and the one I make most mistakes on as it takes a while for my brain to click back into that form of thinking. Actually I’ve spotted an 8 in the wrong place. Shit. I have also been fixing the track names on my newly installed itunes as I hate it when one album comes up in 7 different parts because of one or to listing errors. I am listening to the revolving selection of tracks from my collection, something from a Now album, then some jazz, musicals, punk, rock… It’s a bit more fun letting it sit on random. Occasionally a song will come on that I think I should add to a playlist. It will be titled ‘Film Soundtrack’ and I will walk around listening to it pretending I’m in a film about my own life. I suspect I’ll find it hard to pick only 15 songs, the sort of standard for an OST.
Over hills and far away... 