Christmas Comes Early
It is now December, which means people can officially admit the holidays are coming. Here in London, that was extremely noticeable in the extra amount of lights on across the city on the night of December first. Harrod’s, which already had tons of lights, now has moving ones. A massive star appeared above the road near Hyde Park Corner. Trees, real and fake (but mostly fake), have popped up like prairie dogs. It is an incredible transformation.
Personally, I cannot decide whether or not to buy Christmas presents for friends and family here or in the States. Saying the present is “from London” would be nice, but everything is so darn expensive. I guess there will be more to come on that when I make a decision.
It is odd to think that my time is winding down here. Just yesterday I was searching for a flat with people I barely knew, wondering where the hell we were and why there were so many bloody people in costumes (we got stuck in the middle of a carnival). But now we are discussing ways to return to the airport, getting back our security deposit and how to best clean the place we’ve called home since the last weekend in August.
I am excited to go back, don’t get me wrong. Home is where the heart is, and my heart will always be in Pennsylvania (sounds pretty anti-poetic, doesn’t it?). But London will always hold a place near and dear as well. That I am sure of.
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