London. Day 5. And time has slowed down.
These five days have been about one-third as frenzied as the last five days I spent in London more than a year ago. London has so much to do and yet for some reason this time I don’t want to do it all. I’ve let the city sink in, hanging out more in the fringes of the central zone and pushing the northern border as I know it to meet family and find Zumba classes. And it still does not cease to amaze me; this time with its people. As I emerge from each new underground station, there is a thriving little metropolis in every neighborhood with an identity of its own; and all these little worlds come together quite seamlessly to make this grand city what it is – truly global.
I was walking to Kentish Station today and as I turned one specific corner, I felt like I was in Bangalore. It was eerie one moment, exhilarating the next. These are moments that make travel worthwhile – the overwhelmingly grateful thought that there is a home to go back to.
In other news:
I consider it a good day when I don’t need to button up my winter jacket, I consider is a great day when I can swap out my winter jacket for the spring one, and I consider it a glorious day when I can take off my spring jacket as well. I’ve seen two glorious days so far and spent it at the markets and by the Thames, albeit for a short while. How is it that no poet has ever written an ode to the sun?!
The abundance of Dairy Milk chocolate is intoxicating. Have. To. Stop. Or. Maybe. Not.