There is a song from the broadway version of The Little Mermaid where Ariels sings, "If only you could know, the things I long to say. If only I could tell you what I wish I could convey." That is totally how I am feeling. The Little Mermaid has a great soundtrack too, just fyi. But I sit down all the time (Ok, ok, maybe not "all the time" but sometimes) to write something and I just can never do it.
I can't write how happy it makes me to walk out of 27 Palace Court every morning and look at the wonderful London sky as I head for Kensington Gardens, or as I go to the Queensway Tube station. Because that is like a sentence, not exactly blog-worthy.
I can't write about how much I love seeing all the people reading the Standard on the tube, even teenagers. Or all of the dogs, of all shapes and sizes that are always so amusing. Or how much I LOVE Trafalgar Square. That is totally my favorite hang out spot. I mean come on, I got hit on by a drunk guy at that spot, what can beat that?
Or how much I love just being able to pop over to the V&A, or the National Gallery, or make a little Tesco run. Again, not really blog-worthy.
Or how much I ABSOLUTELY adore all of the plaques all around London that indicate various famous dead people that once lived at that location. I still think the best one I ever saw indicated that the "inventor of time travel lived there in 2136" or something like that. I chortled over that. (PS- British author Lewis Carroll invented that word,true the man was a little strange, but I will always honor him for inventing that word).
Today I happened to see one of the many places around London where Charles Dickens lived, the place I saw today was where he wrote The Pickwick Papers, Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby. Cool.
Or how much do I love having a favorite gelato place? Or being able to just decide on a whim to go and see a musical, granted I haven't really done a ton of this yet, but just having the option is wonderful.
In case it was hard to tell, I am loving my London life. We leave to Bath for a few days in the morning and we are going to Tintern Abbey!!! Among other things, but I am very excited for that.
The poem I recommend for this week: William Wordsworth's "Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey." If you are initially bored, just give it a second chance, ok? ok.