Thursday, September 24, 2015
I’m on a humming bus, as it rumbles down the almost empty highway; the occasional headlights from opposing traffic reflect on the window as my eyes close and open between awake and sleep. It’s been a long day. The clock says 8:33pm, but my body tells me its 1:33am, because I’m still attune to the time in London. Besides the time, I feel this strange sense of connection to the city that I met for the first time this past week. It’s strange to finally arrive at a dream that has been in your heart for so long. I feel fulfilled in the sense of accomplishing goals and becoming more whole by seeing those goals in fruition, but there’s this odd restlessness too. I don’t think it’s a problem of overdramatizing the dream and being disappointed, but rather not knowing how the dream fits into the future, or if it should. I have always told people that I would live in the city, I love the city, its commotion, its diversity, etc. But I find myself getting overwhelmed by the city now, and that leaves me wondering where I fit. I feel like urban life is the young adult calling, in a sense, one I always wanted. There is opportunity and community and so much to do, but I’m not always sure it’s healthy for me. So I’m in an in-between place; a “which way, where do I belong” sort of situation. London has been overwhelming in a bad way as well as a good way. It’s been incredible. Turning 22 and feeling this culmination of emotions in my young life has added to it all. How can I feel such a diverse range of emotions in such a short amount of time? Is this growth; or merely just life? This up and down, turn around, back and forth is my relationship with life and London right now. And this is why it’s hard to know where I fit. Despite all of these emotions, I am so beyond thankful for this experience. It's beyond words.
goodbye London
something is full
and something is missing
but you were
a grand and magical adventure
and i miss you already