There’s a 75% chance I am going to London for work next month, but I refuse to accept that it’s happening until my bum is in the seat on the plane.

It’s been 1307 days since I lived across the pond, working of Major League Baseball EMEA and BaseballSoftballUK, backpacking all over Europe and enjoying the London Olympics. It seems like a dream really, almost completely unfathomable. When I tell people of my London adventures, I feel like I am speaking about an entirely different person. I went from adventurous to someone who has come to terms with the fact that going out to dinner is more or less the only activity people in my current world are interested in or aware of. It’s not their fault, they don’t know of any other way.

It’s not that I don’t want to do the things I used to, but I can’t find anyone to do them with. Sometimes, doing everything alone gets old and tired. I feel old and tired. And although New York City is “close”, is it really? It takes two trains and a subway ride to get anywhere worthwhile (and at least an hour and a half) – and that’s where I would find my museums, activities and adventures.

Needless to say, I am overwhelmed with the thought of going back to London. It’s all I’ve wanted for the last three and a half years, but I also know that I will be flooded with memories, emotions and longing, when I return. Most of the people who I associate with the city no longer live there, since London is so transient. On the flip side, my colleague asked me if I have thought of what I would do when I get there and it took me about five seconds to respond with my tentative agenda:

  • chicken pot pie soup at eat
  • Nandos
  • Science Museum
  • Tower Bridge
  • visit the places I lived (Wood Green, Acton Central, Kilburn, Wimbledon)
  • Go to stores we don’t have here (Oasis, Boots, Tesco)
  • Say hi to my former colleagues
  • Primrose hill
  • Camden Markets
  • Indian food at Brick Lane

OK you get the point! I can name ten things to do in London in two days quicker than I can think of ten things I have done in New Jersey in two years.

I miss the hustle and bustle of city living. I mean a real, 8+ million person, massive city. I miss being a local, always having plans, brunch hopping, wandering aimlessly in parks, wearing shorts in 50 degree weather because it may not get any warmer.

Going back to London will be bittersweet. Sweet while I am there and bitter when I have to say goodbye again.


~ by wanderlust1011 on January 14, 2017.

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