Martian Notes

To admit the fact that I am missing London sounds self-contradictory.

I still remember cleary how grumpy I was before departure, even unbelievably saying, “I will cry my way there”. It turned out that the old philosophy worked again, which is that everytime I went abroad, I got an adrenaline boost. As if having gone through some major makeover, I turned from the indoorsy who got tired once going out to the outdoorsy who barely stay at home during the daytime! Thank you to the magical flight.

I was always so energetic, tireless and upbeat when I travelled overseas, even at typhoon days. Crazy me. I had been so high-energy for 5 weeks during my stay in London, always reaching out to make new friends at school, impatiently exploring the city whenever I can (average daily steps of over 15000, baby!), and restlessly attending social gatherings at night (this year’s socializing time completed). With the conviction that I might never return again, I maximized the experience of my stay as an avid traveller.

London, baby! As Joey said in Friends, it is really a great city. How I desperately miss everything! Imaging myself as the hopeless mermaid in the ending of the fairy tale, how I could extend my stay in the dreamy city (not with a prince, of course; and I cherish my vocal capability). Frankly speaking, I had not cried my way there but cried my way back. Karma.

Just like a typical love story with an unsatisfactory ending, I will always cherish the memories I had with London, although I cannot stay with him for long. So the life lesson here is that never bother the stereotypes or “I-told-you-not” situation, I have to try and tell by myself. Although only three weeks at home, I may need another dose of adrenalin boost.