Just a moment ago I were spending my last moments of being homeless by riding on dirt jumps. Now I'm at cottage sitting on rocker. On the floor I have some kind of scribble of mattresses, that's my own bed! When I left from dirt jumps I got good feeling, but I never knew it's getting to this! I'm just sitting and staring.
The last days I have been practicing on dirt jumps. I think it's really refreshing to try something different. At least little different. I mean not being on the track. Yesterday I saw document of an pro-surfer Kalle Carranza. Kalle was raised and born in Mexico, but decided to move to Finland to study. There were documentary made of him 2008. In the film Kalle explaned how everything is based on the feeling you get. Back in the days while surfing he used to feel that he don't need anything else from the life than surfing. "The feeling is so good that you can't even dream of doing anything else, that's what's called stoke". Kalle thinks that you should get that feeling from everything what you are doing. "If you don't get it, stop right away and try something ele".
Then he didn't get it anymore. It was gone for good. He got bored or something. He had had it all. When he saw his friends surfing and atill getting stoke from it, he even got little bit jealous.
I haven't lost my zeal for riding if someone started to think that. I still get stoked everytime I ride my bike. Or now when I got home :) Feeling is great. I know Kalle was talking about the same feeling. I saw it from Kalle's eyes. That's amazing!!
New home makes my thoughts run wild: I will get my own wardrobe, no one cares if I make my bed or not, or where do I leave my tooth brush, OR IF I WALK IN WITH SHOES!! And of course I can build dirt jumps on my own yard!!!!