an unhealthy obsession...perhaps.
"In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead. Life; London." Virginia Woolf, 1925
It's hard to put into words how much I truly miss and love London. I'm pretty sure a part of me just withered and died as I had to (once again) defer my offer to the university I have been dreaming about for a couple of years due to not obtaining a "credit-worthy co-signer" for my loans (I'd like to meet someone who is these days...?) I do not know how they expect anyone to go back to school. Stimulus, what? What is one to do when they were expecting to move in less than a month to an entirely exciting place but instead must remain in Michigan?
Daydream, I guess.
oh. the southbank. one of the most magical places on earth.
ive been listening to an obscene amount of the beatles lately.
Seeing photos like this always amaze me because London never felt that big and overwhelming.
(more amazing photos from jason hawkes here)
(I unfortunately do not have credits to most of the above photos)
I have never been so inspired just walking around someplace as I was when I was living there. Naturally, some of that was due to not working and not attending university, so my days were spent wandering and learning every nook and dirty cranny of that city. There may have been lonely times where I would cut my hair, wear skirts in January, and make silly diptyches of myself, but I miss it. My lifeblood. It is the only other place I have been that I feel I could stay for the rest of my life and be completely content. And that is saying a lot if you know me.
Sometimes I think that if I could just go over there and live with my best-overseas-friend in the grimy yet increasingly trendy East End, all this despair and lack of motivation would disapate.
(via Frank Hannah)
southbank fountain, summer 2007
4am fish and chips shop for tea in the rain
Hastings
my loft. my dear Olivetti prior to its theft. I lugged that thing all over London.
I am saving to have another visit over the holidays, however.
But until I make it back, and I will, here's a big up to another Michigan winter...which I am actually ready for. Summer drags on for me. Jon and I will be getting a nice house here soon and I'll be back to school and have access to the photo lab. I'm determined to not let this change of plans, amongst other things, get me down anymore.
