The number 20 and me.Posted: September 4, 2013
Date written 14.07.2013 Place: Somewhere in Mongolia Time: 14:50
The number twenty has always followed me throughout my life; not only am I born on the twentieth day of January, I have lived in numerous residences with twenty as their number (or within the number, for example: flat 205) or calculation in the post code.
I started going out with my first boyfriend on 20th May, which was the same date I handed in my notice this year to leave work and start traveling.
My Grandad died on 20th January this year, my birthday and now I find myself on the Trans-Mongolian express in a 4-berth cabin with bed number 20. Although I was located bed number 19; after a few “baltika” beers and shots of vodka the other night I dreamt I had fallen asleep on bed 20.
I woke up believing I had fallen asleep here, feeling a strong line connecting its bed to mine, before the realisation elevated me back up to bed 19.
When I arrived in Beijing a few days later it was the number 20 bus I had to catch to get to my hostel.