being back in london still feels strange - though not as strange as it did when i came back for a few days last summer (and felt so dreadful and wrong that it took an entire david bowie exhibit to break me out of my funk). being a tourist in westminster instead of an intern is a bit sad, i can’t simply swipe my security pass and have access to the entire parliamentary estate, i’m just another yankee snapping photos of the biggest ben.
but it feels so great to be back here. so right it almost feels wrong, and i start to feel sad because spring semester 2012 was, like, a really important thing that happened to me and it’s over, it’s BEEN over, it’s been two years now (and one day, it will be twenty years).
except academic year 2014-2015 is about to be a thing too, and i’m back in the UK (if it stays the UK), london is only a five hour train ride away, and glasgow is going to be my city now. and i’m going to make new memories and some day in the future those memories are going to twist my insides up in just the same way.