These shots of London from above at night are ridiculous, and they make all my photos look like crap, and I hate them, and I love them.
When I get back from trips to Europe, I always get really down on America for a little while. The Coke has high-fructose corn syrup, nothing is properly old or historic, everyone’s clothes are bad, and the weather is TERRIBLE. This feeling could indicate one or more of the following things:
1. I should stop taking trips to Europe in the hopes that I’ll forget how much I like it.
2. I should just move to Europe already. London, or maybe Amsterdam.
3. My love of Europe is skewed because I don’t go there very often, and because almost every time I’m there I’m on vacation. If I moved there, I wouldn’t like it as much as I do on vacation.
4. I should move to a more Europe-like area of the U.S., like Portland or Seattle or something.