Day 11 - London, United Kingdom: Returning and Realizations 

 Returning to London after spending the past week elsewhere in the UK was like a homecoming of sorts. Though I have only just begun this journey, I feel as though I have accomplished so much in such a short time that having a chance to return to somewhere familiar was a huge relief. 

 Yet, in truth I am starting to realize that this homecoming is to be short lived as I move forward to my next destination. It’s starting to hit me now that I really have no true home to go back to, and in a way much of this journey is meant to find a place where I feel like I belong. Chances are though, that that place simply is the road travelled itself. An exciting, though not altogether comforting thought. There is a certain type of loneliness to the road, of a transient nature that persists deep in the back of one’s mind. 

 I spent the morning walking pieces of the city walls in York. The walls are no longer a contiguous path, so a good walk across them requires dipping down into the city streets.  

 Taking the train back to London was a short process, which gave me plenty of time to walk around Canary Wharf and find that the cold has not been well suited for my disposition. I may have also injured my left shoulder by improperly wearing my gear for the first portion of the trip (one of the straps was misaligned along the right shoulder, giving the pack an uneven load). In an effort to improve my mood, I went to a movie theatre a few blocks away to pass the time until the sunset. 

 I went to see Mad Max: Fury Road, and ended up being significantly impressed by a movie that I had little interest in other than the director’s pedigree. Fury Road was easily one of the best action films that I have seen in recent years. 

 Upon returning to my hotel room, I called my brother to extol my plight. My brother, often the cause of much consternation throughout my life is wise beyond his years, and has the ability to remind me in a voice that is not my own of why I do what I do. It was a rejuvenating conversation, one that I left resolved to push forward, and continue to see and do as much as I can while I have the opportunity to still do so. 

 Tomorrow would be an excellent day.

Day 11 - London, United Kingdom: Returning and Realizations

Returning to London after spending the past week elsewhere in the UK was like a homecoming of sorts. Though I have only just begun this journey, I feel as though I have accomplished so much in such a short time that having a chance to return to somewhere familiar was a huge relief.

Yet, in truth I am starting to realize that this homecoming is to be short lived as I move forward to my next destination. It’s starting to hit me now that I really have no true home to go back to, and in a way much of this journey is meant to find a place where I feel like I belong. Chances are though, that that place simply is the road travelled itself. An exciting, though not altogether comforting thought. There is a certain type of loneliness to the road, of a transient nature that persists deep in the back of one’s mind.

I spent the morning walking pieces of the city walls in York. The walls are no longer a contiguous path, so a good walk across them requires dipping down into the city streets.

Taking the train back to London was a short process, which gave me plenty of time to walk around Canary Wharf and find that the cold has not been well suited for my disposition. I may have also injured my left shoulder by improperly wearing my gear for the first portion of the trip (one of the straps was misaligned along the right shoulder, giving the pack an uneven load). In an effort to improve my mood, I went to a movie theatre a few blocks away to pass the time until the sunset.

I went to see Mad Max: Fury Road, and ended up being significantly impressed by a movie that I had little interest in other than the director’s pedigree. Fury Road was easily one of the best action films that I have seen in recent years.

Upon returning to my hotel room, I called my brother to extol my plight. My brother, often the cause of much consternation throughout my life is wise beyond his years, and has the ability to remind me in a voice that is not my own of why I do what I do. It was a rejuvenating conversation, one that I left resolved to push forward, and continue to see and do as much as I can while I have the opportunity to still do so.

Tomorrow would be an excellent day.