let's end this tragedy today

well i was just living in the moment
and the moment was all about you.

i think my life is made up of song lyrics, for serious.






it was strange, getting on the plane in dublin to come back to london. i got the overwhelming feeling that i was coming home, and even though i've only been here for a month so far, it's already started to feel like home. i only barely know the streets of london, but feel familiar nonetheless; like the lines in my palm, like blood vessels, like a part of me. i've gotten to the point where i can give directions, where i can correctly estimate how long it'll take to get somewhere, where i can navigate myself around king's cross underground station with barely a glance at the tube map.

the tube is an adventure in itself; you never know who you will see, whether you'll recline comfortably in a seat orwhether you'll be pushed up against the window, holding onto the railing for dear life. there is ipod etiquette --headphones in, device either stuffed into a bag or a jacket pocket--, there is escalator courtesy --stand right, walk left--, there are sights and smells and sounds that make you wonder how there can be so much life on the underground, where the sun doesn't even shine.

and then, walking out of the charing cross station to a glimpse of the blue, blue sky, you realize that this feeling of home isn't a new one; no, instead it's a realization of something that was there all along, something you never knew until you let yourself love this place for real.