There are 172 days, 19 hours and 55 minutes until graduation (not that I’m counting).
That’s what I am telling myself anyway in order to justify spending what is almost literally half of my life savings on an impulsive trip to London–again!
I cannot wait.
I’ve written about this before but I think one of the best feelings in the whole world is being able to return to a place that you thought you were done with. A good place. A place with memories loaded into every sight, smell, sound, touch and taste. Feelings that you never thought you’d be lucky enough to feel again, except in your memories.
That’s how I felt returning to Hayward two summers ago.
And that’s how I feel about going back to London.
Of course I am already plotting out my trips back to the London Eye, Buckingham, Harrod’s, Westminster and all the other typical tourist sights, but more so, I can’t wait to see the things I thought I took for granted. My old street, my ‘home’ tube station, the grocery store under my flat.
My parents weren’t exactly thrilled about my investment in exploration but when opportunity arises, I say take it, and figure out the rest later.