Borrowed Time

It never fails...the build up to a vacation is heady and exciting, ripe with anticipation at the different things you are going to do and see, the cool food you'll get to eat and the fun things you'll buy.Then you return...and it's just over. Nothing more than those photos and souvenirs...a memory.


I made my first trip to Europe by myself last week to visit my sister in London. I had heard rave reviews of the city from various trusted friends and eargerly looked forward to my visit...so I went. I had an amazing time: theatre, culture, food, stores, museums, walking tours. If you ask what my favorite thing was, I probably would come back at you with a list because I can honestly say I loved almost every experience I had...though among the top would be the new Globe theatre tour, a pub walking tour, a Jack the Ripper walking tour and a day trip to Windsor castle, tea at Harrods (and that's not even half!)

Now I've returned and for the most part have gotten over my jet-lag...but the point is that I didn't want to leave...I was sad to leave. I felt like I was on borrowed time while I was there and it was just a matter of time before I got dropped back into my life here.

Don't get me wrong, I was only 'cheating' on New York, I have no plans to pick up and move but I would love to spend longer in London, learning the culture and the quirks that make
it wonderful. But now I have to go back to work tomorrow. Maybe it would be better if I looked forward to going to work...but well, you can't have everything.

Cheers.