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Published: August 20th 2010
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Arriving in London from NYC brings a sickly taste to the back of the mouth. The womb from which the colonies fell. Parent and offspring rarely differ, especially in this case. Again, lots of bricks, good. Again, lots of posters advertising products which people have been convinced to buy, except much much larger. Even at subway stops they tower above like disgusting giants that stand motionless, blind to the destruction they cause. The first day in London was the last, all that had to be done was a visa application to India. Paying the fee, I was free to make way to Cambridge.
The air here isn't brown. Upon arrival I was greeted by rain and I shook its hand with my face, glad to make its acquaintance. Rooting around in a faux 3-D map for around 30 minutes proved useless, even the street index didn't couldn't fathom Greystoke rd. What good is a street index without all of the streets of a location. Sliding sixty pence into a metal box with a phone attachment I was able to dial in a number that linked me to Liam, wow, technology. 'Be there in five' answered a warmly familiar voice on the
other end. Seeing Liam, I forgot how tired I was so we went out that night, with a tremendous hangover following, reminding me of what I was and just how lucky I was to be alive to feel it.
Today I returned from Birmingham. Seeing my aunt and her husband was lovely, staying with them, pure relaxation. A real laid back time, reading my book and having an occasional beer. Yesterday I went to the supermarket with my grandparents, an experience that again renewed my enthusiasm for life. They are two of the oldest people I know, with any luck I'll live to a third of their age.
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