all i remember about london is good chinese food, rows of coats for under twenty bucks, one perfect moment and the coldest wind i have ever met in my life. there was no big ben, no tate modern, no buckingham palace, no tower of london, no fish, no chips, no guiness, no tea.
but i’m getting another chance at london and this time i’m doing it right. i’m going in december to visit claudine, to ring in the new year and paint the town all shades of red with the craftiest lady i know.
i am ridiculously excited, especially since i haven’t left the country in over two years. my passport’s been gathering dust at the bottom of the drawer and my backpack is balled up in the corner of my closet. my eyes and ears and brain are so bored with blue skies, car-packed highways and so cal speak. they long for something new, some place new.
my dad always says that january 1st determines how the rest of the year will be. if you spend money, you’ll be spending money the whole year through. if you enjoy a pleasant day with family and friends, expect much of the same the other 364.
maybe the fact that i’ll be celebrating with old & new friends, waking up in a foreign country and hopping a plane home means i’ve got more adventure to come. maybe it means i’m going places.