I am sitting here, in a guest bedroom in Twickenham. The same place I was a little over four months ago. It is so surreal to think that this whole thing is over. That something like this can just end. It’s funny, experiencing something you have dreamed about for the majority of your life. The one thing you have wanted more than anything else in the world.
What the hell do you do after?
Has anyone seen that 1980 Christopher Reeve movie Somewhere in Time? (Yes Mom, I know you have, this question is for every one else.)
Well anyway, he uses self-hypnosis to time travel back in time to meet this girl. And he is successful. As long as he doesn’t come into contact with anything from his original time period, he should be ok.
And then he finds that damn penny. (spoiler. whatever, you should still watch that movie)
Anyway, that is how I feel right now. I feel like every person, place, and thing is that dreaded penny. I don’t want to talk to anyone from America, I don’t want to look at pictures from America, I don’t want to look at any clocks or phones or computers. Because everything is a reminder that I am leaving. Even though I have extended my stay (thanks a million) until I can be here forever, I will never have enough time.
I mean, I don’t even want to think about leaving Leicester.
I don’t want to think about leaving anything.
I wish I could just stay here, in my little bubble. In this moment.
Somewhere in time.
I don’t like to get sentimental and I don’t like displaying my emotions or anything so bear with me for one moment:
Even though Thanksgiving is such a non-day here in England and it feels so odd not doing the things I normally do, I am so incredibly thankful I am here right now and I have met the people I have met. My life has changed in so many positive ways. I am more thankful to have this experience than anything else.
Shout out to all of my parental units and the people that made this possible for me.
You rock, don’t ever change.
There are some songs and albums that are so engrained into a time period or event that you can’t hear ever one chord without being taken immediately back to those moments. There are some albums I can’t listen to anymore because those memories come back with too much force.
This album will always be Leicester to me.