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Day Three Hundred and Forty-One:  London-Dreaming.

I miss London severely today.  I haven’t talked about it in a while, but not a day goes by where I do not miss London.  Today I am missing High Teas and Christmas shopping and the markets, but there is something new every day that I remember and miss.  It hurts that I can’t be there and go to my favourite places and enjoy it, but I can’t right now, and that part of my adventure is on hold for a while.  That’s the hardest part about being an adventurer, you can’t be off adventuring at every moment, some moments must be a little nudane.

Like making cue cards for an exam that will be your last written final for your undergraduate degree, and then you remember that time you had mulled wine and could only drink half because it was so gross but it was on the Southbank so you kept drinking it anyway and giggling around the Christmas market because that makes everything better.  And then it hits you that you are in a small bedroom in Guelph and not a small bedroom on Pentonville lane and that you can’t look out your window and watch fireworks most nights but you can see random snow-drifted trees.  Thigns like this bother me sometimes.  Most of the time?  Every day all day.

I have booked my trip to Peru today, and have been coping with my separation anxiety from England by planning other travel things and thinking about my grad applications that will get done the moment this exam is finished, and I know that this will all work out.  I love it too much to be away for too long.  Canada is great and all, but it’s supposed to get to negative fourteen degrees on Tuesday, and that is a bit chilly for me.  Unless it means that the snow is going to stay for Christmas, in which case freeze ‘er up all I want is a White Christmas this year!  THAT is the only thing that could make up for Christmas shopping not happening in Covent Garden this year.

Ugh, Covent Garden, I have to go before I cry again.

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