I am back in London. Back in Bayswater. Back at the Vic League.
I'm rooming with a girl my own age who's from Australia.
This time I'm on the main floor with a street view so it's much noisier.
But despite that, I am very happy to be back in London again.
As I stepped of the plane into Heathrow, boarded the train to Paddington Stn. and then caught a bus to Westbourne Grove, I realized I was home. Although it is a bit dreary and wet, everything still looks the same even though eight months have passed. Yes, a few stores have switched ownership, but the main grocery and drug stores are still there.
I love London. It smells different. It smells good. All the different accents parroting around me is so good to hear. I walked down Queensway to pick up a few odds and ends and reactivate my cell phone and it was good to see that so little has changed.
I am tired from lack of sleep and sore from those horrible plane seats. But truly, it feels good to be back.
Who knows what the next few weeks will bring? :)
