First Night in London
Travelling treats time so much differently than settled day to day life.
Transits are wished away, hours in an airplane ignored and suffered. Initial glimpses are savoured and treasured, eyes wide open and senses thrilled. Maybe an example of our accelerated lifestyle these days...
Revisiting places maybe even more special, the combination of memories and feelings of the past mixed with today's reality. The fit or otherwise of what used to be with what now is.
As its only been 2 yrs since I have been in London, the recency of it all still hangs in my head, but I am reminded also to the first days I arrived and how things have changed since.
That first gasp of new air, the crispness of the London night in this instance, exhilarating. Is this part of Wanderlust? Arriving at Paddington station, jumping into that familiar Black Cab, chatting merrily with the Chealsea flag waving cabbie, and smiling at the beauty of the NW London and its differences.
The first use of English Pounds, the stepping out of the cab and the silence of the midnight street, punctuated by a diesel engine, the otherwise stillness and the excitement of being back. 3 hoodies stood on the corner break the silence and I remember, it is London afterall.
Its cold tonight, winter is still here. But its great to be back all of a sudden.
The flat is just how I remember it. Time for Sleep, finally.
Transits are wished away, hours in an airplane ignored and suffered. Initial glimpses are savoured and treasured, eyes wide open and senses thrilled. Maybe an example of our accelerated lifestyle these days...
Revisiting places maybe even more special, the combination of memories and feelings of the past mixed with today's reality. The fit or otherwise of what used to be with what now is.
As its only been 2 yrs since I have been in London, the recency of it all still hangs in my head, but I am reminded also to the first days I arrived and how things have changed since.
That first gasp of new air, the crispness of the London night in this instance, exhilarating. Is this part of Wanderlust? Arriving at Paddington station, jumping into that familiar Black Cab, chatting merrily with the Chealsea flag waving cabbie, and smiling at the beauty of the NW London and its differences.
The first use of English Pounds, the stepping out of the cab and the silence of the midnight street, punctuated by a diesel engine, the otherwise stillness and the excitement of being back. 3 hoodies stood on the corner break the silence and I remember, it is London afterall.
Its cold tonight, winter is still here. But its great to be back all of a sudden.
The flat is just how I remember it. Time for Sleep, finally.
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