Distance

Things haven't been that eventful in terms of outings or traveling lately. I went to Chinatown tonight, but that's been the extent of my London travels since the transportation nightmare. I have, however, been spending some quality time with people on campus. I went to a quaint pub Sunday night with my Belgian flatmate Karen and she and I shared wonderful conversation and a bottle of red wine. We've made plans to visit Oxford this weekend, which I'm much looking forward to. I've spent loads of time with Jason; last night I got to know quite a few British students really well; I seem to generally be more social and outgoing than I am at home. Already, part of me wants to distance myself from certain people before I really get attached. On the other hand, I feel like I should live in the moment, and not worry about the future. Three months is going to arrive really quickly, though, and I can't bear to think not only about leaving London, but leaving behind amazing friends, too.

This is all ironic, of course, because I was warned of this dilemma the first week I was here. At the time, I didn't want to hear it. I had just arrived overseas, and the next four months seemed to stretch out ahead of me without the end in sight.

I guess a reality check is bound to come one of these days. For now, I'm not ready nor willing to worry about it. For now, I'm choosing option B and living in the moment.