Written on the taxi in: It doesn’t feel like I’m going to be here for four months. In fact, it doesn’t feel like I’m here at all really. I keep getting flashbacks to Oxford and it feels like it’s just an extension of that rather than a whole new adventure nearly three years later. I keep waiting for someone to pinch me and then I’ll wake up in Utah back in my friends’ apartment and nothing will have changed. But I’m here. And I keep drooling out the window at the red roofs and gray skies and ivy covered walls. England, I love you. I missed you.
Written now: Saturday we were down in the tube and we walked past a guy playing flute (amazingly) against the wall. And I don’t know what it was about that moment but in that moment I felt like a Londoner. I had successfully navigated my friends and I around the tube all day and I had my fast, no-nonsense city walk down and I felt like the city girl I catch glimpses of when I visit New York. I found this quote by Ben Aaronovitch right before I left Provo and it ran through my mind when I walked past the tube musician: “My Dad says that being a Londoner has nothing to do with where you’re born. He says that there are people who get off a jumbo jet at Heathrow, go through immigration waving any kind of passport, hop on the tube and by the time the train’s pulled in to Piccadilly Circus they’ve become a Londoner.”