0 ORD -> LHR

a year ago today, i left for london. which feels both like a zillion eons and a thousand therapy sessions ago, and yet also like barely a blink. what i remember is the emotional intensity of the episode of househunters international my parents and i watched before i left. the taxi driver telling me that it was lunacy to move to london and wise to live in new york. how badly i burned the yellow lentils i'd brought for dinner. and how, the day after i arrived, i went for a long walk with a map that was missing half the streets and wound up wandering alongside westminster abbey, remembering the version of myself that had been there with partner ten years before, a version of myself that never ever could've had the imaginative powers to dream up where i was now.

3 january 2013