London
I’m in London, now. I love London, too. I love lots of places, except where my university (ex, almost) is.
I met up with a friend, after quite the comedy of errors, and spent far more money than I should have on a coat. But it’s a really nice coat. Hand-made. It’ll last. Justification after the fact is so handy.
For the moment, I don’t regret that I’m leaving my school. I do regret leaving some of the people in the field — in the sense that I won’t run into them at conferences, unless somehow I decide to keep going to them. And I’d like to, but I know that realistically, I won’t.
I love travelling. I love all the free museums — big and small — that I can peek in. I have taken fewer photos than I would have liked, but I have a few that I rather like. My feet are in pain — blisters on both feet, and there’s something wrong with my left foot, but I only have a few days left anyways. I forgot how nice public transportation and just walking can be.
I have many disjointed thoughts, but I’m going to walk down Charing Cross and go to the National Gallery and ignore them for a beautiful day (in the rain).