I'm not single anymore but it doesn't stop my curiosity

I have just moved to Wales. It is somewhat surreal but very beautiful.

I have the sea and trees right here . The sea empties my head and fills my soul.

I am cheerful most of the time and try to find the good things in life to focus on. I also have days where I feel lost and melancholy, but they're pretty rare.

I believe in the power of random acts of kindness.

Reminding myself that I am not my job.
Or the car that I drive
Or the clothes that I wear

At the moment I am mostly learning Welsh and kayaking.
I wish I understood more philosophy but I'm getting there slowly. I trained as an archaeologist but spend much more time around architecture and arguing with architects.
I learned to scuba dive a couple of years ago, but the UK is too cold for it to be any fun here...Snowboarding is my favorite sport and really the only one that I even at a passable level on.
I have just started rowing Celtic longboats which is the hardest thing I have ever tried yet. I hurt all the time now.

Procrastinating
Daydreaming
Sounding cleverer than I really am
Underselling myself
Knowing everything
Planning adventures

I suspect its what I look like. And then maybe what I sound like.
Perhaps my flippancy?

Books: I love books. Books are one of the most important things in life. After trees.

I have shelves full of books I feel I should read, and books for escapism and baths. My favorite writer is probably Laurie Lee because he writes so very beautifully. Pratchett for flights.
I am struggling through a Hemmingway at the moment, and have a Murakami to start next - update Kafka on the Shore was awesome. I have about 6 books on the go at any one time.
I love the kindness and gentleness of Alexander Mcall-Smith, and re-read Tolkien every now and again.
George Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London.
Katherine Kerr for lazy baths.
Wendy Cope for intelligent poetry. Yeats, Dylan Thomas, Pablo Neruda
Asimov, Heinlein, Carl Sagan for thinking about space and laws of robotics.
I will finish Madela's autobiography before I die.
Hopefully.

Arvo Párt and Ludovico Einaudi, Olafur Arnalds for solitude and reflection.
Sigur Rós and Tori Amos for train journeys
Muse and Nirvana for driving (fast)
James Taylor and Jimi Hendrix for road trips
LastFm.
The Unthanks Listen to the Testimony of Patience Kershaw and I defy you to not be moved.
Jonny Kearney and Lucy Farrell for a bit of lovely folk.

I am mildly obsessed by Iceland and cheese.

hope

courage

kindness

love

smiles

friendship

Cheese. Why there is no chocolate in the house. Whether cheese or chocolate is more important?
Having given this really quite a lot of thought - its cheese.

Travelling. Friendship. Happiness. Whether I have too much stuff. Should I put all my stuff on e-bay?

What to do next.

Whether the life I am living is the one I should be.

I'd like life to be like the Howies catalogue.

In.
Or out.
It depends.

I am given to random acts of wildly extravagant spontaneous holiday bookings that I can never really afford.
Like flying to NY for the weekend.
That is what planes and credit cards are for.

But environmentally I feel guilty and have to plant trees to compensate.

You fancy a random chat or a random chat and a cup of tea?