london calling...
I don't think I've ever missed London so much. I don't think I've ever missed a place so much. But then again, London was not just a place...it was an experience. EVERYTHING reminds me of it. London was my first love; I've never loved anything so much. Isn't that sad? To love the memory of some abstract idea more than a person, more than almost anything else? But I never felt more alive and complete than I did in London. And even if I went back, it wouldn't be the same. Because it was the group of people I was with, the time of year, the time in my life, the people I met there when I met them, where we were staying and who else was staying there when we were...all those little things that matter so much. I miss the spontenaety, having the city as my playground...I miss the smell of academia in an urban environment that wasn't depressing...knowing that I'm coming home to friends. I miss the 19 bus, how calm and peaceful it was. You couldn't even feel that the bus was moving..and everyone on the bus was reading or listening to music, in their private little world. I miss the London Museums, my favorite. God, I miss it all.