so... up until recently, i kind of was in a dreamy state. living in london for a few months, all expenses paid... i was on top of the world. but then something happened to put me in a vulnerable state, make me feel uncomfortable to say the least, and then came the reality check. i am in a foreign country, albeit an english speaking one, and i am alone. and that realization, kind of stunk. i mean sure, london is an easy place to navigate- i've gotten settled in pretty quickly and pretty easily. but, this isn't my home. and that means a few things - i really don't know the lay of the land quite yet, and i don't have a network of support here.
the upside of all of this is that i have been able to see the loveliest side of the loveliest people in my life. as with other "crises" i have faced, the good people, the truly good people, they show up when you need it the most. even when thousands of miles apart, people show you who they are.
that's it about that.
this weekend - changing of the guards at buckingham palace - terribly overrated:
other stuff included the sandblast festival at this lovely place on the east end called rich mix, spitalfields market, and some obligatory shopping. it's never fun to shop when you have to. i have learned too much about backpacks this weekend.
it's off to morocco this friday. i can't wait to get out of this place if even for the weekend.
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