Well, the countdown has begun.
Scratch that, it’s almost OVER!
I am leaving London in less than 36 hours. (insert whimpering here)
After 61 days in this awe-inspiring city, I can honestly say that I may have found yet another* home away from home.
*(Aside from the Pita Pit on Court St. in Athens and our lake house, that is.)
In 9 weeks I did so much of just about, well, everything.
*I got to see Shakespeare’s birthplace, watch Keira Knightley sign autographs, and successfully (almost) teach a viking how to dougie in Scotland.
*I watched the Kate & Will get hitched with over 80,000 dressed-up, gleeful Brits in Hyde Park.
*I spent $-this much in Zara, $$-this much in Topshop, and $$$-this much in Camden Market. (can’t tell, won’t tell…slightly ashamed)
One of my favorite things about London is how easy it is to take a few wrong turns … and end up somewhere else. But here’s the catch; wherever you end up is equally just as wonderful as the destination you intended.
Example A: I planned on spending the majority of my free afternoon wandering around The British Museum, but that venture took up less time than I expected. (in short, I saw the mummies & called it a day). I then decided that I was thirsty and booked it to the first café I saw… a small café that also functions as a camera shop. Two older men at the table next to me were discussing a recent trip to India as a lady browsed some antique cameras in the corner. Ella Fitzgerald played in the background and the barista brought over my green tea with a complimentary chocolate chip scone. Sorta beats Alden Library.
My second-favorite thing about London would have to be the constant presence of Jude Law look-a-likes strolling around in stylishly tailored suits during their lunch breaks, (…don’t get me STARTED on the accent), but that’s another story. (Seriously, ON EVERY CORNER…k, I’m done.)
But the most valuable thing that London had to offer me was not a plethora of department stores nor attractive members of the opposite sex; it is a simple yet essential lesson which I hope to keep with me for the rest of my life.
the idea that you can make a home anywhere you go.
“Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it- memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.”
— Tad Williams
Although being away from my family, friends and my beloved Athens for a good chunk of time wasn’t easy, I did it. I didn’t realize how much I needed to go on this trip until I got here; a step away from the day-to-day flow of my everyday routine was necessary. Scary at first, but most definitely necessary.
Before this starts feeling like a Hallmark card, I just want to thank my Mom & Dad for sending me off on this fantastic journey. Don’t worry, I will always call 507 Malvern Road my true home.
I know it will all feel like one big cloudy memory (NOT a drinking reference) in time, but for the next day and a half I’m still very much here; a part of this wonderful city.
Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don’t really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone
New names and numbers that I don’t know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
We’re young enough to say
Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life