I completely forgot that this blog existed. I guess that's what happens when you sit in front of a computer at the circulation desk of the library for over six hours. Things just happen and your mind becomes mushy and all is forgotten and swallowed up by the land of technology and imagination. It takes a lot of will-power to try and do nothing and stay conscious for around 12 hours. I hope to never master it.
Rumor has it- as created by me- that London is where my heart is. For the past month and some weeks I have been granted the opportunity to explore this city and yet I still find that every stroll that I take down Caledonian, Marylebone High, Oxford, Picadilly... there is always something new waiting for me to find it. A good friend of mind said that place may seem less exciting to people not because there's nothing to do, but because there are LOTS of things to do that must be uncovered by the explorer themselves. Aside from the things that are in the typical Frommer's traveling handbooks, some of the best outdoor adventures, secret spots, and most amazing food is offered only to those who are willing to dig a little deeper.
I am writing, and will begin my consistent sprawl of thoughts to describe the nooks and crannies that have made my experience thus far that much more interesting. And who know, maybe I will virtually touch someone else's heart with the same feelings that I got as I stepped foot outside my door that day.
Goodbye for now, Good Afternoon Big Ben.
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