Just before Mayhem hits London and England pride goes wild, I quietly pack up and scoot out the door.
Unwilling to let go of this new lifestyle of public transportation at my fingertips, constant entertainment in the simplicity of walking down the street, and new sights, sounds, and smells in every direction. Undecided about going back to something so foreignly familiar, home once again.
It is a frustratingly overused word, but it is the only one that fits. Bittersweet is this goodbye, bittersweet is this hello. Off to another world to explore, the one that I call home.