London taught me how to run away.
It was so easy to flee from my problems
...in a city where entertainment rules.
Whenever I was frustrated with people or feeling lonely, I could simply walk out the door and have an adventure on my own.
I'd go to a museum, or a show...
Let the tube take me to a new part of town and explore for awhile.
Homework? It didn't really exist.
Experiencing the world WAS my work.
If I were there now...right now...I'd dash out the door and walk down to Westminster Bridge and walk off how I feel...watch people and stare at the changing lights of the London Eye and the Aquarium. Maybe sit and wait for Big Ben to strike Midnight and the lights of Parliament to go out.
Or go to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square, listen to street performers, and stare at famous paintings...how artists put emotion onto canvas.
I wouldn't just sit in my room and stare at a computer.
Don't get me wrong...I am definitely a small-town country girl at heart and this is where I feel most comfortable.
But right now I really wish the transportation system in small Pella...nay, America, but especially rural areas...didn't suck (and so expensive!). I want an underground train that will take me somewhere for a cheap fare.
To be able to fly away...sweet freedom.
horses?....aha.
rather than stare at a computer screen...to step out my door here means I'm going to be intentional with people. And that's a lot harder than letting a city sweep you away...isn't it.
I miss London. Miss the tastes and smells. Such pride I had in knowing the streets and being able to travel from one end of the city to the other like a local. The sights...the people. I even miss the craziness and crowds right now!! And that's saying something! lol. In my dreams lately I've been walking the streets...that's all...just walking and showing people around. sigh...
