Ups and downs and lows and highs, standing straight and being crashed on the ground. This could be the motto of the past few days. At least I have a Plan B now, if things don’t work out with Mission Year, I stay at home until I finish the thesis and work on that idea that really excites me in Vondores. I can`t write anything else about it, but it is a pretty good product concept for our sustainable wardrobe.
Just the comfort of knowing there is an alternative makes me wanting to spend more time with studying and sketching to catch up with the lost time I spent in great misery over loosing almost half of our team at Mission Year. It can all work out in the end. God loves last minute problem solving, I know. So it is time to put away all the questions about the future. Jeremiah 29: 11-12 `For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.`
10am
But before I can study, I have to do finish the commissions before I go to Vienna…
Midnight
I am leaving in two and a half hours. Commissions finished, suitcase packed, all the tickets still needs to be printed expect the train ticket. I got that at the local station, hand-written, old-fashioned and given with great customer service. Yesterday it took nearly half an hour just to get the price, but the lady was ever so helpful. I don’t think they get many people buying train tickets to Vienna. It is going to be a splendid day in Schonbrunn walking in the midst of the autumn smell and chasing those moments of beauty.
I`ve been drinking home-made cordial in the morning and when I put the bottle back to the fridge I remembered the time when I first went to Murano. I so wanted to have one of those bottle tops. Colourful glass, splendid artisanship. Looking at the colourful houses I also thought I would so love to stay in one of those houses for a couple of nights with local people. But I never thought it would happen. During this year`s Carnaval de Venezia we stayed at friends with Eszter in Murano. I was so happy to sleep in the cold attic surrounded by paintings of one`s deep feelings and emotions and the traditional Murano lamps. Breathing in the history of the beams, and the timeless smell of the tiles. I got the bottle top when I was there with mum. Not in the house, but on the island.
There is a small island going into Venice, only a few houses, no bridge to cross over to its main island. A part of me was wishing to be able to live there, away from the world, in one of the few houses, remotely, like a hermit. But part of me thought, it would be bit too much not to have anybody around, not to have the buzz of others living in the neighbourhood. Every time I open the window upstairs here in The House I remember that trip and those islands. The blue glass duck is sitting on the window seal as a reminder of the famous Muranese generosity of a traditional glassblower family. We took the sarong dress photo`s there for Vondores, by the main bridge.
I have 15 minutes to rest and get up catch the train…
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