i'm working on another ballet costume review post, from 'the corsair' this time. this is coming in about a weeks time, i don't have the info with me here.
where is here you might ask, or not, i wouldn't.
surprise, surprise i'm in london again and thought since this time i seem to think a lot more i might as well write about it here. there will be photos! (imagine that in some cheap word art)
today's views
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ok so this was written on freaking thursday! i'm so bad at this. but now i need to finish this because i told my uk friends in real life (i know, i have a life!) that i'll finish it soon. here is the rest of my beautiful monologue.
i'm currently at the stansted airport, sitting with my paper cup that i emptied during the 20 minutes i was trying to connect to my wifi. that's such a #firstworldproblem but i'm just that wanna-be western. i officially left london on about 6 am but i feel like the goodbye should be my point.
you see, yesterday when i was on a very long walking (and then some more walking) day i realised something. i need this time alone. i need it like water. only when i have a 'good day' in london i actually feel well. like i belong.
i could walk around this city forever. and i did. first i went to all my favourite places and then just wandered around. i know, sounds so dreamy but when you think about it carefully it seems awful. all day of walking with a abnormally heavy bag (i carry a full set of watercolours for some reason) without even reaching the desired destination. but i don't really care. is that a londoner thing?
no, it probably isn't. 'the natives' take the tube just to get about 200 meters down the street. they get really angry at slow-walking people (i can see the point, they are so annoying!) and they generally hate kids and the rush hours. they hate being stuck in a traffic jam on oxford street any time of the day, they hate waiting for the tube more than 2 minutes and they hate... well ok, they don't hate everything but you get the point.
then i'm a distant londoner. i feel so good in this city, and i don't even know why. i love the uk in general (great music, great actors, great accents) but i can't place that one thing that keeps me going back to the capital (it's my 10th time, *celebrate plays in the background*).
in my favourite seat on the bus (upper deck, right at the front on the right aisle seat) i feel in my calm, safe and happy place.
one of my friends (ami) asked me how am i not sceared to come here all alone (we're 17), so many times for about 3 years. that just it.
congrats if you got in this far, here is your reward:
i invite you to my happy place
that's enough for now. i'll see you in a bit...
love,
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