I will write from London, but only after two months have passed.

I am lying on my bed in my Palace Court room - number eight. The headphones stuffed into my ears are singing Chris Thomas King and I am in the middle of a conversation with my sister about which part of Europe to explore together before we depart for home, Christmas Eve. It has been almost two months since I have seen home, and how odd it is. There has been a long period of time where I have worked so diligently to situate myself into this new, fantasy-like world, but all I really successfully did was become caught up in the many options I had in choosing who to become. That's what freedom does to the naive. But, now that I have gotten through the change, I am in the midst of exploring what I'd like to explore.

Apart from travel on the weekends, I have been seeing the sights, of course. Within the first two weeks here, I was busy drowning in them; the London Eye, Museum of London, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's, Harrods, etc.
The Thames River Festival,
The Ben Lee concert at the 100 Club, Oxford Street;
Two nights ago, I saw Les Miserable here at Queens Theatre. Yes, I wept.
Tonight I am off to see Mary Poppins.