Goodbye London

Goodbye London, I hardly knew ye’.

I have left London and don’t know when I’ll be back again. To fully reflect on the past three months will probably take more than a quick blog post, but I can say that by this final week I was sad to be leaving.

I was sad, and I was frustrated.

One minute I’d be reading an email from my mom about her Christmas preparations, and the thought of going home would make my heart would grow three sizes.

The next minute I’d be walking and wondering  melancholic thoughts: “Is this the last time I’ll ever walk this same street?” “Will these three months of my life be reduced to photographs and postcards taped to the wall?”

It felt like just yesterday that I had begun to understand this place. That I had stopped getting lost every day.  That I could properly count out my change.

That I had created a life in London, or at least the beginnings of one.

I was starting  to feel like maybe I could one day achieve Londoner status( although I still hadn’t entirely figured out what that meant).

And then it was time to leave.

But like all the places I’ve called home,  I’ll keep a little piece of London tucked away in my heart and mind.

And maybe one day I’ll be back.


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