It seems like a long time ago now but I used to write a column/blog, called Tales From Suburban Bohemia, about my life in Prague.
Then everything changed.
The things that once sustained me — irony, internet memes, smoky pubs, football, indie rock — began to lose their appeal and I started to wonder what I was doing with my life.
I lost a ton of weight (again), began wearing shirts and chinos, and started taking myself terribly seriously.
The interesting things going on in my life were no longer things I felt comfortable writing about.
Tales From Suburban Bohemia fell by the wayside, along with the rest of the Stumpy Moose website.
Instead, I got in touch with my emotions. It was terrifying.
After 15 years, the relationship that brought me to Prague came to an end and I was suddenly a single man in a strange new world.
On good days, the possibilities seemed endless; on bad days, I felt utterly lost.
I grew up a lot, tried new things, made new friends and even had a go at dating.
Somewhere along the way, I fell in love. Twice. (Neither quite worked out the way I’d hoped but there are worse things in this world than having smart, funny, beautiful friends.)
I probably drank too much but, this being Prague, nobody seemed to notice.
Generally, though, I was much happier and healthier. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive.
I missed that guy — the king of useless stuff.
And as the dust began to settle and some degree of normality returned to my life, the pendulum seemed to swing back the other way.
I learned to love football and music again and began to rediscover my sense of humour. Sometimes I even wore a T-shirt.
It was time, I realized, to revive Tales From Suburban Bohemia.
To the relief of pretty much everyone involved, I won’t be dealing with any of the stuff I mentioned above here.
Instead of affairs-of-the-heart and midlife crises, I’ll be going back to basics. Readers of the old Tales From Suburban Bohemia will know what to expect:
Irrelevant observations about expat life in Prague.
Endless obsessing over pre-packaged sandwiches.
Over-long reviews of boring Czech museums.
Obscure Rutles references.
That kind of thing.
The adventure continues…
Prague, Czech Republic
“Caught between the real me and the need to change”