The other day my sister celebrated her birthday and not only did it mark another year for her I. This planet or another year that I didn't manage to get a card in the post (I did make the phonecall though) it also marked 20 years of living without dad. These kind if things make you think a bit especially about the time in between. It's been an interesting time but not quite how I expected it to be.
20 years ago I was working as a yts (trainee) chef in an oxford college.....y? Well I figured that as I loved the idea of eating and creating dainty artistic dishes and the fact that I had no qualifictions nor muh desire to get them ( which meant as a male the careers service always thought being. Chef wad a good idea for thick kids). Alas after 3 years of hell working in a kitchen will people I couldn't stand I left. A friend suggested going to Australia for a year. I guess this is where it all started going horriy wrong ooooor horribly right depending on you perspective.
I was suddenly free of reputation. I was no ones brother or son or anyone. But then who was I? That bit has taken. While longer to Answer in fact im still answering it.
Being free I could think and do a job that pleased me and although i'm sure that a few people thought I was a little unhinged becoming a makeup artist, to me it felt right.....just right.
Along the way I manAged to add a couple of languages to my resume Whig shocked no one more than me but the ability to be able o communicate in more than your mother tongue gives you such a kick :-)
Now I've ended up in Madrid and am sitting here while a bunch of eager students prepAre the perfect presentation having listened to my wittetings on the subject for 2 days. I mean, how crazy is that???? Me, running presentation skills workshops and enish language courses? Something went dreadfully wrong...... Or right....thanks dad
About Me
- the theorist
- Ok, here´s my blog. Who am I? Good question. I´m Richi. Tall, English. Somehow life took a wrong turn and instead of following in my fathers footsteps, I managed to live in 4 (so far) countries in my life. This has lead me to learn 3 (so far) languages, have 3 (so far) careers, meet more people than I ever thought would be possible (though I I admit to being very bad at remembering there names), discovering the fun of sex and the pointlessness of saying goodbye (You´re always going to see them again). I occasionally have theories on life, the universe and why José is known as Pepe and this is my attempt at sharing them. Of course, being a little fickle, this could be the first and only post so enjoy :-))))) Hugs Richi
"These kind if things make you think a bit especially about the time in between. It's been an interesting time but not quite how I expected it to be. "
ReplyDeleteAnd if he had still been around, would things have been different? I don't know, Richie, I simply don't know. These are the questions that only those have lived them can ponder... the saddest, or the best thing, we'll simply never know. Would we have been different given different circumstances? I don't know. You don't know. Should we worry? Absolutely NOT. We are the sum total now of all our life events.. and if sometimes, some people find us hard to swallow, maybe they should have lived our lives?
As the Italians say: TVB