London

I read these words on my coffee cup and I immediately love London:


“The bubble size is crucial. The smaller the bubbles, the more delicious the drink. Obsessive but important”.

I may have only been here for a few hours (admittedly without leaving the airport), but this short stay has taught me several things:

1) I am in love with ham and cheese croissants.
2) Espresso in Europe makes me embarrassed to own a Starbucks gold card. If coffee is my drug, European coffee is like, the holy goddess queen of it all.
3) I would fit in well if I ever chose to live in London because a) There is an apparent love of flannel, b) everybody talks in such chipper accents they always sound so positive even if they are saying something mundane and annoying and c) I love saying “two pence”; pounds are such a cool currency and so much more fun to say then “nickel”.

The most important thing I learned in London, however, is this:

That just when I thought I was leaving my comfort zone, I was actually entering it. My happiness does not revolve around consistency or daily routine; in fact, I feel caged in when things get that way. My comfort zone is to be exploring, learning, and experiencing new things- and not with the assistance of others, but on my very own.

So as I sit here all by myself on the opposite side of the world, with my little mocha and my little notebook, I realize that I could not possibly feel any more at home.