I fell in love with a city

It happened much the same way my other encounters with love have gone... At first I only flirted with the idea of it; imagined it as some far-off possibility, complete with extravagant fantasies of being swept off my feet and uprooted from the dismal prospects of my current reality. The sideways glances and playful joking took its form in countless hours of googling "london", "fun things to do in london", "men in london".... and so on and so forth. Similar to the constant questioning of "Does he like me as much as I like him?", I asked myself "Will London embrace me if so choose to embrace London?" It wasn't until I was dragged through hell in the form of student loans and putting myself thousands of dollars in debt did it hit me that indeed, I was actually going to London. I was going to London. I. Was. Going. To. London.

But alas! Instead of our love being deterred by dissimilar interests or some hussy homewrecker, obstacles such as mononucleosis came to wreak havoc on our plans for love. Mono decided to pay a visit shortly following the departure of four of my wisdom teeth (one day following I might add). While I lay in my bed for a week, surrounded by countless medications and wanting nothing but the sweet release of sleep (or at times death), I can imagine London did nothing but hold it's breath and pray for my health to return so our great love affair could begin. And thank the lord in heaven, my health did indeed return with not a week to spare. But I'm not going to pretend that week didn't almost kill me as much as mono tried; every last minute errand I needed my hand held and needed to be reminded of the countless errands I had yet to run. Needless to say, I hate having to have my hand held and God knows I don't need any more reasons to be forgetful.

And then amidst the tumultuous whirlwind and overmedicated haziness that was my last week in the States, all of the sudden I found myself at LAX, almost in shock that the coming change had snuck up on me so soon. After coming to terms with said shock, I plunged forward and welcomed the change with fixed determination and leftover Vicodin, ready for my ten hour flight and ready to fall in love.

Let the adventures begin.