it's like moving to chicago or boston except you have to cross an ocean

i was dying to move to london.
i wanted to bundle up.
to sit in the british museum and write,
i wanted fog and boys with accents.
i wanted to hate oxford street and
never want to leave belsize park and primrose hill.
i wanted to be a chunnel ride away from paris.

so i found a flat and now have 71 days before london becomes a reality.

but now of course that doesn't leave me sitting around waiting for this great adventure. there is still life to be lived and laughed at here in s.l,u.t.

so let the games begin...