Wednesday, January 26, 2011

homeward bound

and this is it... the last day of my incredible journey.

i've had an amazing time, but i am now ready to go home. quite honestly, i regret coming to london for as long as i did. i wish i had spent more time in india, less time in london, and then still be returning on the same day. the reason i say this, is because india was so crazy, fun, challenging, fascinating... and london is exactly the opposite of that. india revitalized me, excited me, rejuvenated me. london bored me. and you can tell that just by the way that i almost gave up on this blog while i've been here. there hasn't been anything interesting to report, really. london is also so expensive, that i wasn't going to just go out and roam about and end up spending money for the sake of spending money. but regardless, it was great to go back and see all my pals.

it was also a nice midway transition back from the beach in goa, to mild winter in london, to the blizzard that cancelled all flights to nyc except mine, miraculously.

i went to see the black swan before visiting my gal pal and her new hubby (i went to their wedding last september) for dinner. we had such a fantastic time, and gabbed away for hourssss. we were the last ppl in the restaurant. it was so nice to talk to them about my trip to india and all other things going on. i wish i had been able to see them more actually, but i'll be back in october for s&m's wedding and will see them then!

then the next day i decided to visit the tate modern. which, is a great building... but i realized as i walked through room after room, how little i actually understand and appreciate modern art. which is weird because i went to school with some of the most talented artists in the country, whom i respect tremendously, and thoroughly enjoy viewing their art. but in a museum setting, i don't get it. i really don't like warhol, i really don't like abstract sculptures, i really don't think that painting patterns on canvas is interesting. but i do like the pollock's and the textures and colors of oil paintings... i dunno, i honestly walked through there wondering, what the hell am i doing here?

so i left and went to see the king's speech before heading home to make my hosts an american feast. not my best meal, as i really had to rush through it, but it was still nice to share with them.

finally, this morning i met with my other springboard pal to catch up before heading to the airport. he's funny as ever, and it's weird how the springboard experience really left this semi-permanent feeling of guilt that we have for working in the same careers that we were then,a nd not changing too much post-experience. at least i got a new job and the money i wanted and an incredible travel experience thrown in. (but i'm not looking to change careers now anyway).

i'm happy to be going back home. i'm happy to have my own bed, my own towels, my blow dryer, my laptop, i tv shows, and all the little things that are never really that important to leave behind when you travel, but then become really important when you've been separated from them for several weeks. i just wish that it wouldn't be through a major snow storm.

couldn't you take it easy on my nyc? i didn't need inches of snow as a welcome home.

mama, i'm coming home.

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