yo, i’m home, where the air is stinkier, the toilet seats lower, the coke tastier, and there’s no public transportation system, let alone one with which i am fascinated.  i arrived at my parents’ house at two a.m. (eight a.m. my time), after having been awake and travelling for twenty-four hours.  it’s a miracle i’m not dead, and when my dad and sister saw me stumbling down the jetway, purses and bags and sweaters crisscrossed over my shoulders and chest like a pack animal, i’m sure they figured i wished i was dead.

i really, really miss london.