Friday, February 25, 2011

Shitshow, Go to Bed

So you drunkenly got your passport and debit card stolen in a crowded pub last night. You feel incredibly stupid and horrible about yourself and wretched this morning.

But hey! Life goes on! Let's look on the bright side:
-Your mom is still alive (as are all the people you care about)
-You're still in London, still having fun
-Your sister and good friend are still coming up to visit you next week
-A nice boy walked you to the US Embassy this morning, perhaps out of obligation and a reluctant sense of chivalry, but nevertheless, he walked you.
-You made an appointment with said Embassy, and they said that you'd have an emergency passport in time for spring break.
-You have two lovely roommates who were very concerned about your well-being/whereabouts last night/this morning.

They say that bad decisions make good stories. It might take a few weeks for the rawness of this particular flub to fade out to good story material, but everything will work itself out.

Life goes on!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

My Life Right Now

Subtitle: How fucking exciting it is.

It's hard to imagine myself a year ago standing in front of me now. It's hard to imagine that little, insecure train wreck, hung-up on a guy who was obviously not what she was looking for, uncomfortable in her body and with herself, little to no interest in her appearance, zip confidence in most areas of her life. I could tell her a thing or two, certainly.

But that's irrelevant. I'm looking ahead, not back.

In the coming months, not only will I be spending the last of my time in London, but I will also be taking trips to places that I've only dreamed about visiting. My future holds weekend jaunts to Madrid, Stockholm, Scotland, and Wales. It contains an extended trip to Italy with two of my favorite people in the world, to Rome as well as Venice, a city that I've wanted to visit as long as I can remember. Even in returning back to the States, my summer promises roadtrips if I can make them happen, hopefully to California and Long Island, but more concretely to Tennessee, for a music festival that I've been wanting to attend for years, Bonnaroo.

Let's say that again, swish it around in our mouths for effect. I am going to Bonnaroo. True, the tickets haven't been purchased yet, all those involved have not yet given their final answer but it's a short step from here to definite. I'll get to see my dream band, Arcade Fire. Some of my newest favorites, such as Matt & Kim, Chiddy Bang, Gogol Bordello, Freelance Whales. Some old favorites; Iron & Wine, The Decemberists, The Strokes.

Sometimes I have to be reminded that I'm even in London. Sometimes, I get bogged down by petty things and have to remind myself what fantastic opportunities lie ahead of me. This is my year, my semester, my summer. It's true, I'm not really thinking of my life beyond June right now. But, why should I, when the next few months will see the completion of so many of my long-held goals and dreams?
Next year, school, career, marriage, children, life can wait. This is my time.

It's sunny in London and I am excited about everything.*

*As is usually the way in London-town, between taking this picture and putting it up, the sun went away but, today, it's enough that it was simply out. x