25 January, 2009 – Becky Went to London
One year ago today, I landed in London.
I’ve reread the first blog entries and was struck by how foreign, how strange that voice now seems to me. The early days were marked by tangible discoveries – of oddly shaped heaters, of television licenses, of holidays celebrating breakfast foods. I am, of course, still discovering – still learning. It matters little how much one moves or stays seemingly static, their life is still ever changing, ever offering new paths, adventures as well as good sofa-time. I remain, one year gone, full of excitement at my surroundings and awed by most days, but now my excitement, my awe come from more immaterial discoveries and experiences. I am still, and will ever be, struck by my great luck. How could I have met, fallen, into such a wonderful group of people – exceptional people. It is because of these people, that this year in London has not just been an aberration nor an experiment, nor a dream one returns from via flight nor mirror nor scarlet mary-janes, but a life – a very happy life.
To them I raise a glass that will not go dry nor be left half-full by some early closing time. To them, and to us: My heart is full for having found you; for having found my home.
