The final repost of my final UK Trip blog. Another post is coming soon that shares my journey over the past year and how this trip changed my life forever.
We’ve been back in the US from Britain a little over a month now and I don’t even know where to begin to wrap up these reflections on our sojourn. Mental-emotional exhaustion for me. Some book research and visits with relatives for Rae. A need to return home to our roots for both of us. And so, I reflect the best way I can: I write.
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The fast-paced ennui of the many gorgeous, young, cell-phone-hooked yuppies of London.
Studying for hours, cumulatively, the labyrinthine London underground laid out like concrete intestines, carved deep in her belly.
The lazy daylight square of Parsons Green, equally home to business professionals, babies in prams, and teens with ‘tude.
Buskers. So. Many. Buskers.
Abbey Road Studios.
Dozens of progressive-meets-traditional pubs and coffee shops in which to write.
The art of the leisurely stroll.
Great coffee utterly ruined by the…
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