Today I went home and took a nap instead of attending my strategic writing class – these early mornings are really getting to me (I am such a wuss puss). Anyways, since I was overly sleepy from staying up late
blogging studying, I was more annoyed than usual. The radio was especially bothersome – all the shit music and adverts they play, forced me to drive in silence for most of my commuting. But tonight, when I got in my car to head to J’s house to watch the latest episode of Dexter, I opened a CD case I thought had Mylo Xyloto in it – but instead had the mix CD my flatmate David made me while we were living in London together. He made me the CD a few weeks before we left, and I listened to it constantly…riding the tube to work, eating lunch on Holborn, walking through Russell Square to school, and even while drifting asleep at night.
Before I left on my grand adventure to Londontown, everyone would tell me that moving there was going to be life changing and that I was going to have the most amazing time – and it wasn’t until I got home, and the dust settled and life went on as normal, that I realized that I miss the rain, and carrying groceries home from Waitrose, and wandering the streets of little Arabia.
My childlike sense of wonder