Mentalechoes

Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.
Jane Austin

I’d decided that I had become decidely morose in the time before my birthday, seeing only the grey empty sky of winter descending upon the landscape around me, filling me with a listless feeling that was becoming very demotivating. Strangely enough - or not - everyone around me at this time seemed to be going through the same thing. It was either something in the water, or something with the weather, or a government conspiracy. I wasn’t sure which, but I knew it was time to cut and run for a while, and head to London to see the boys; I figured a change of scenery could only be a good thing at this point.

There is something special about London town. From the moment you arrive you can feel it, this is a city that likes to live life large, and live it fast. It’s all about having as much fun as you can afford while avoiding becoming a party casuality, because noone likes the guy who can’t hold his beer! It was exactly what I needed; that and some friends who weren’t part of my day to day Amsterdam world. In that way I could really get some distance between me and the soap opera reality that I felt like I was stuck in.

Whatever my expectations were, being here is a whole lot better. There is an excitement that is always part of this city for me. London feels larger than life when you rediscover it after a time away. It’s pure opulence, and debuachery, and hustle and bustle all rolled into a big pill that hurts to swallow, but makes you feel so good after you do. I’ve spent most of the week so far being out with different groups of people, reviving old friendships with close and not-so-close friends. I’d forgotten how good it was to spend time with the Aussie London boys too. Pete’s place where I’m staying is just one big boys entertainment center; cable TV, computer games, more dvd’s than a rental store, and lots of music!

So it’s while I’ve been on the underground travelling between places that I’ve done most of my thinking about what I’m doing and why I feel so lethargic at home. And I think I’ve worked out what it is, but Pete’s just come home, so I guess I’ll pick this story up tomorrow!

Padwanna!