It's been 2 months since I arrived on the island. My plan to better aquaint myself with myself is starting to work, but mostly in ways I didn't expect. But when someone is taken out of their comfort zone, you learn a lot about who they really are as they attempt to adjust. And so I find myself still in the spinning cycle of discombobulation. There is far more different here than I ever expected.
If you ever come over, be prepared that people will ask you if you are all right in such a way that you think certainly you must appear to be in distress. Which does in fact put me into distress. I was convinced for the first week that my mascara was running and I looked like I was crying. It sounded that bad when people said, "Are you alright???" The correct answer is, "Fine, thanks."
And London has a particular smell. I rather like it. It is a combination of coal dust, diesel and old rocks. It's fitting I think.
