My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, yeah
I went and set the Thames on fire, oh, now I must come back down
She’s laughing in her sleeve boys, I can feel it in my bones
Oh, but anywhere I’m gonna lay my head, I’m gonna call my home
The last of my books are going into their boxes, my music collection hawked for nearly nothing, and I toasted my friends last night for a going away dinner. The suitcase that I will be living out of for the next nine months is packed.
My plans this summer have changed a dozen times, through events both in my control and totally out of control. Some archaeologists have settled down, have nice homes and steady jobs, but there is a complimentary population that, to take another Tom Waits cue, raindog–travel around after jobs and live on the road. It wears you out, eventually. Most don’t do it permanently, and certainly I’ll be applying for academic jobs.
But today, I’m putting all my things in storage and hitting the road.
I signed up early on to participate in The Day of Archaeology, but I think I missed something in the flurry that has taken over my life. Anyway, check out the rest of the entries on the fantastic website: