That's the end of that
So I'm in London now. Its nice and warm, I'm getting Nigerian food, and I'm with my family. All of this seriously rocks. YET, I must say that i feel a little disgruntled by how quickly one world is exchanged for another. 48 hours ago, i was sitting in Mariam's bed, telling myself I should be going to sleep, while fighting with Kim over yearbook signings. A few hours before that, i was saying goodbye to people. 36 hours ago, i was in London. Within 12 hours, my life had been shifted.
I miss morocco. not that I'm really living IN london, seeing as my cousins live in the suburbs, and i spent today packing stuff to be air freighted. But, I'm still away from the place, the people and the retarded driving. Here the people are all on the wrong side of the road!
I guess this is only a part of a journey that i set into motion the minute i decided to stay on another year in morocco. Or even earlier than that. Whichever way, I'm here, I'm going to see my mummy and bros soon, and my life is good. I'm still going through withdrawal (speaking French at the TV and arabic to my cousin) but otherwise I'm happy. For that, i can only be grateful.
I miss morocco. not that I'm really living IN london, seeing as my cousins live in the suburbs, and i spent today packing stuff to be air freighted. But, I'm still away from the place, the people and the retarded driving. Here the people are all on the wrong side of the road!
I guess this is only a part of a journey that i set into motion the minute i decided to stay on another year in morocco. Or even earlier than that. Whichever way, I'm here, I'm going to see my mummy and bros soon, and my life is good. I'm still going through withdrawal (speaking French at the TV and arabic to my cousin) but otherwise I'm happy. For that, i can only be grateful.