so, what's it like being back?
someone asked me that this morning, and for the first time in a week, it actually registered.
it's weird.
i keep listening for the Tube (i could just barely hear it from our hotel window) or thinking that I can run over to Gay's the Word to pick up a book or flier about what's going on around town. I listen for the sounds of German and Danish, and wonder why everything's written in dollars and cents instead of Euros and quid. it's weird not to have things in my suitcase, to have it get dark so early (relatively), to have such dry air.
It's weird to have internet time. I'd rather have the people.
Argyle Square, London.
it's weird.
i keep listening for the Tube (i could just barely hear it from our hotel window) or thinking that I can run over to Gay's the Word to pick up a book or flier about what's going on around town. I listen for the sounds of German and Danish, and wonder why everything's written in dollars and cents instead of Euros and quid. it's weird not to have things in my suitcase, to have it get dark so early (relatively), to have such dry air.
It's weird to have internet time. I'd rather have the people.
Argyle Square, London.