Bear with me. I have a few entries to get down and just don't have the time to do it right now, as I'm about to head to the airport to fly to Madrid. I also just got back from the Churchill War Rooms Museum, which was really interesting and I want to write about that. Also, is my idea of trying to throw in a song (preferably of UK origin) that kind of captures how I feel hacky? Let me know. I'd love some feedback.
So you can read this one like this, but its way more like this
I woke up this morning and set out for the museum. Its about 65 degrees and gorgeous. I'm making my way, listening to some tunes and I turned the corner and walked into this about 5 min from my apartment.
After the museum (more to come on that) I walked back through the grounds, around St James Park and up and down the Parliament grounds. And I just had this feeling (that word again...). I popped off the ipod (sorry, Eric Clapton) and just focused on where I was standing. It was an anxious feeling...like how you feel when you think you're forgetting something and its on the fuzzy edge of your mind and you can't get to it. I was in awe of where I was.
But at the same time, I felt this grace and pride, and it was like not being able to breath and I almost felt like I was going to cry. It was emotional. I suddenly had this nervous energy and I didn't know which way to go. I started to freak out. If I didn't know this was here, what else am I missing? I started thinking "Damn, I only have 85 more days here...how the hell am I going home in 85 days?"
If I decide to live outside the States for a length of time, this moment I had today walking around the Abbey will have been the turning point. I'll be 32 in a few hours and I"ve spent probably 10 of those years asleep and another 16 in Massachussetts. Its an eye opener to wlak into something like this and realize how much is out there. This is the type of thing I wanted, but didn't know what to call it.
A truly awesome experience.
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