The End is Nigh-ish
I feel the end of my time in London looming. Ten-ish weeks remain before I'm back in Chicago. I'm excited about going home because I really, really miss my family. I'm also eager to finally begin the soul-crushing journey of finding a job in my chosen career field.
Having said that, I'll be sad to leave London. I know I'll be back, which is why my lack of European travelling isn't as saddening as it might be - because I know I can do it later. I'll always have friends here, and so I'd just have to pay for the trip over here, crash on couches, and then fund the jaunt through Europe. The country that I'll be saddest to have missed is Italy, but I don't necessarily want to travel that one alone - I'd rather wait and share the trip with a friend or two or - Lord willing - a boyfriend/fiance/new husband. It seems better than traipsing along by myself and being frugal because I know I'll need the money when I get home.
So, Europe - I'll be back... hopefully when the dollar is stronger against the Euro.
I talked to my cousins last night - I didn't realize Patrick and company had just driven down to Texas to visit Meggie and company, so it was a fluke that I was able to talk to all of them in one phone call. They tried to convince me to go through Europe now, while I'm here, but it's really not the best (nor most responsible) option. I don't feel like it's going to be one of those things I regret; I have time. Unless I don't, in which case it won't matter because I'll be dead before I have time to lament.
The best part about the only-going-to-Spain-for-a-week-or-so plan is that I'll have just over two weeks to do nothing but wander around London and WRITE. I am looking forward to it. I've also rewarded myself with a four day weekend at the beginning of September - I might go to Scotland. I might not.
I am going to miss Shanaz, though. And everyone at HLG really.
New Facebook feels a bit like New Coke to me. Also, it's so boring without Scrabulous. I wish I could just sit at work and write scripts... wait a minute... it just might work!
Having said that, I'll be sad to leave London. I know I'll be back, which is why my lack of European travelling isn't as saddening as it might be - because I know I can do it later. I'll always have friends here, and so I'd just have to pay for the trip over here, crash on couches, and then fund the jaunt through Europe. The country that I'll be saddest to have missed is Italy, but I don't necessarily want to travel that one alone - I'd rather wait and share the trip with a friend or two or - Lord willing - a boyfriend/fiance/new husband. It seems better than traipsing along by myself and being frugal because I know I'll need the money when I get home.
So, Europe - I'll be back... hopefully when the dollar is stronger against the Euro.
I talked to my cousins last night - I didn't realize Patrick and company had just driven down to Texas to visit Meggie and company, so it was a fluke that I was able to talk to all of them in one phone call. They tried to convince me to go through Europe now, while I'm here, but it's really not the best (nor most responsible) option. I don't feel like it's going to be one of those things I regret; I have time. Unless I don't, in which case it won't matter because I'll be dead before I have time to lament.
The best part about the only-going-to-Spain-for-a-week-or-so plan is that I'll have just over two weeks to do nothing but wander around London and WRITE. I am looking forward to it. I've also rewarded myself with a four day weekend at the beginning of September - I might go to Scotland. I might not.
I am going to miss Shanaz, though. And everyone at HLG really.
New Facebook feels a bit like New Coke to me. Also, it's so boring without Scrabulous. I wish I could just sit at work and write scripts... wait a minute... it just might work!