sometimes there’s airplanes, i can’t jump out.
sometimes there’s bullshit that don’t work now.
we are god of stories, but please tell me
what there is to complain about.
when you’re happy like a fool, let it take you over.
when everything is out you gotta take it in.
oh, this has gotta be the good life.
this has gotta be the good life.
this could really be a good life, good life.
keep calm and carry on.
well, in my last week or so in london, my time was filled with finishing up gathering information for my project, soaking up every little thing i could about the city in order to not forget any little detail about my new found home, avoiding any thought of leaving, enjoying my last few days of getting to live with my friends with whom i now have an irreplaceable bond, spending time with a new friend, and making connections with and saying goodbye to an old one. unfortunately, in all of that, my blog suffered a little. but not taking any of my london time for granted was crucial. i’m back in north carolina now, which is definitely my true home, but have caught myself trying to start sentences with “back home in london…” and automatically converting the time to whatever time it is back in little venice. it’s an adjustment to be back, but i’m so excited to have a whole month of memories that i cherish so much and will never forget. i’ve come back with not only a camera full of great photographs and a few souvenirs, but a life-changing experience and some new friendships that i know will last. i signed up for the trip with a completely different idea of how it may go, but i can only agree that everything happens for a reason, and i found mine in a humbling experience of my time on green street, cultural experiences of a place i had never been, images of some of the most beautiful places i’ve ever seen, and a group of people who will always be there to share my memories and take me back even when we can’t hop on a plane back across the pond.