So I'm going to visit London with my baby dragon who you should meet when I return.
I will be seeing Chelsea. And hopefully I shall see Mollie.
Last week, we had to write a silent scene for an unnamed play in playwriting. This week, we have to write character studies and plot arcs for each one, as well as the overarching plot of our play.
I'm not complaining, it's just rather unbalanced.
One more note on homesickness: I am not really homesick. It is the only way that I can really describe the feeling that I get struck with for a passing moment. It's ephemeral, like the first fizz on a bottle of soda, or perennial flower blooms. Both of those things are rather pleasant too, if you think about it. It isn't a pang, it's something more... well, I'll write about it on the train.
I have a "young person's railcard". I have Revolutionary Road. I have a Cadbury creme bar. I have a wallet full of this next week's budget (hmmm...) and a pocket full of dreams. I would like to see a show! See the rosetta stone! Take pictures wearing ridiculous hats in Harrod's!
I like being a tourist. I like being alive. Don't you?
See you Monday.
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