Farewell London

My my life has changed quite a bit in the past 5 months.

For one we have lived in three different apartments in London ending with our grand finale in an apartment which I believe large animals go to die.  In fact there is a very specific room where they most likely make their exit (our bedroom).  This is the only explanation why anyone in their right mind would paint all of the walls RED (with a magenta colored closet for accent).

I have to remind myself each night as I lie down on our mattress, which dates back to WWII, that this is not my time; I am just sleeping here for the night and in the morning I will still have the pleasure of making my way to the kitchen, lighting the stove (yes we really have to do this) and pouring myself a lovely cup of instant coffee.  I don’t want to sound like a whiner or anything, but I HATE this place and it is sucking the life out of me with every breath I take here.

Other than this hell hole of an apartment, London has been great and it will be sad to say goodbye.  In fact, I think London deserves some words of appreciation.

Dear London:

Thank you for your beautiful parks which include equipment sturdy enough for B and me to play on and swing from when the other mothers aren’t looking.

Thank you also for your lovely almond croissants, which apparently are not meant to be eaten every day but instead in moderation.  Along the same lines, thank you for not allowing us to afford a car so that we may at least walk off half that almond croissant each day.

Thank for also allowing me to finally get over my obsession for rainy days (which used to be my favorite days) so that now if I never see rain again for the rest of my life I will be very content.  Unless of course I live in a drought area which would not be fun.

Sadly, I also appreciate you allowing me to understand that every shoe I brought with me on this journey is completely useless because I am unable to walk in them any distance longer than from the house to an imaginary car parked outside.  Thank you for giving me an excuse to hide any shoe with a heel in the deep depths of my magenta closet.

Thank you for these damn swans that I just couldn’t get enough of and dragged poor Ayse to see on a weekly basis until it was too cold to leave the house.

Thank you also for this Peter Pan statute that I also forced Ayse to visit about 10 times in our 5 month stay here.  She was not impressed but for some reason I kept thinking if we went back one more time we would share a magical moment together.

Thank you showing me that I really CAN DO ANYTHING!  Including converting cups and tablespoons to grams and successfully making cupcakes.

There are really too many things to mention, but mostly I am thankful for moments like these…

Bubbles = Fun

I’m sure we will meet again but hopefully not in the fall or winter months.  So long!

Love,

Me

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