maybe that's all that home really is...
I'm in London. It's 10:30 pm here, and my mom and I just finished dinner and a walk/exploration around the Egerton Gardens square, which was interesting-we of course forget that it's Saturday night in Knightsbridge near the central square and Tube station, and that walking around in the bushes at 10pm is probably not the thing to do. meh, whatev. We got approached by two underage intoxicated singing Scottish kids who wanted exuberantly to know if we were Londoners, and when we replied No, the laughed and sang and shook our hands and hugged us (which freaked my mom out to no end, I dont blame her I suppose) and wished us a good night. They had to be like 15. haha. anyway.
I'm going to get some much-needed sleep and wake up early to see if the V&A and the Vic are open (I am across from two of the most amazing museums in London proper, and about three Underground stops from the third, the British. oy vey mama.) then who knows, Herrods for the hell of it because I've never been in, go find some pub or coffee shop or garden to sit down in and relax and write a bit in my new (actually made of paper and in which you write with a pen) journal, then get ready to go up to Cambridge the next morning with the mom...
it's so beautiful here. it's everything I expected and hoped and yet so much more and in so many different ways as well. it feels like I'm back. It feels like I'm home. Happiness.
I feel like I don't deserve this. I feel like I've stolen something. I feel as though I'm a blundering, stupid American girl (more than possibly accurate) who wishes with all of her heart that she could actually call this place home, but knows that she never really will be able to. I'm going to try anyway, even if I will never really belong here.
<3 cheers for now
PS-the keyboards are different! hah. I never considered that possibility, oddly, because it makes perfect sense of course. the @ symbol where the 2 key is in the US is replaced here with ", which has been causing my poor jet-lagged brain and fingers much confusion, as well as the £ on the 3 key...
goodnight.
I'm going to get some much-needed sleep and wake up early to see if the V&A and the Vic are open (I am across from two of the most amazing museums in London proper, and about three Underground stops from the third, the British. oy vey mama.) then who knows, Herrods for the hell of it because I've never been in, go find some pub or coffee shop or garden to sit down in and relax and write a bit in my new (actually made of paper and in which you write with a pen) journal, then get ready to go up to Cambridge the next morning with the mom...
it's so beautiful here. it's everything I expected and hoped and yet so much more and in so many different ways as well. it feels like I'm back. It feels like I'm home. Happiness.
I feel like I don't deserve this. I feel like I've stolen something. I feel as though I'm a blundering, stupid American girl (more than possibly accurate) who wishes with all of her heart that she could actually call this place home, but knows that she never really will be able to. I'm going to try anyway, even if I will never really belong here.
<3 cheers for now
PS-the keyboards are different! hah. I never considered that possibility, oddly, because it makes perfect sense of course. the @ symbol where the 2 key is in the US is replaced here with ", which has been causing my poor jet-lagged brain and fingers much confusion, as well as the £ on the 3 key...
goodnight.