Thursday, July 3, 2008
My last day.
Today is my last day in London. I know, I can't believe it either. I fly home tomorrow. On the fourth of July. (Yeah, the irony is not lost on me.)
Has it really been four months? If my life were a sitcom, this would be one of those episodes where they make you think it is new, but really it just has some flimsy storyline in order to set up a clip show. This post is my flashback episode.
The last four months can be measured a lot of ways. One way, is by the things I have done: museums I have visited, plays I have seen, food I have eaten, tea I have sipped, parks I have sat in, streets I have walked (ok, I will stop, this is starting to sound like lyrics to an easy-listening song). It was an amazing thing to wake up and have no idea what I was going to do that day, and to realize that I had all of London to choose from. Now that is one amazing buffet.
Of course I could measure my time here by my friends. Not only have I had some amazing friends come and visit me, but I have also made some new ones. This was a welcome and pleasant surprise. I was fully prepared to be alone in London, you know, brooding in solitude on my journey of self-discovery. But I can't help it, people just like me. So the friends eventually came and made me realize that it is just as sweet to share a city, as it is to have it all to yourself.
I think probably the ultimate way to measure my London time is by what I learned about moi. When I got here, I had no idea what I should do next in my life. Now, well, I still have no idea what's next. Progress, no? Seriously though, even though my future is so up in the air, I feel peaceful about where I am and where I am heading. I am just happy. I like me this way. I just hope that I can remember this feeling and not revert back to my old ways of thinking, the thinking that got me in my rut in the first place. (Is it possible to write this kind of stuff without sounding uber-cheesy?)
So tomorrow I go back home. I get to see my family, eat a decent hamburger, and figure out what's next. Who knows what's in store for little ol' me? Whatever it is, I think London will have to take a lot of the credit.