I'm back, breathing its air again. I don't know what it is about coming back to London, but whenever I do, I feel like I'm coming home. I'm always on a train, always happy, always there and not wanting to be anywhere else. I see the people sitting side by side and taking this journey for god knows which time in their life, but when I come back, the journey is mine. I watch their moves and feel as though they are all long-lost friends and that the city brushing past is reaching out to see me.
Beyond the happiness, some creeps of stress are here as well. The search for a place to live, starting school, finding a job, all these are approaching with every hour now. My hair can sense it too now. It's not just bad hair days now, my hair is frazzled and impatient, and looking around in all directions like those little prairie dogs when they sense some sort of danger. Yes, London is here with all its tricks and treats and I can't wait for all the pain and pleasure it's bound to bring.
1 comment:
quit your complaining and listen to mine... the Canadian dollar is equal to the American dollar: Things fall apart; the center cannot hold, anarchy is loosed upon the world! It may take a couple more hours for the effects to hit London, get out while you can!
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