So tomorrow I go under the channel to Paris. Goodbye sedimentary life in London. Hello life on the road. Will I make a good beat poet? Very likely not. Will I make a good traveller though? One does not need to write free-form poetry in order to travel light and cheap after all. (Though I think it helps) I am excited for my travels. I mean, of course I am. And I am starting to fret a bit here in London. The weather's not been great, the crowds are immense, etc.
However, I will miss this job. And what makes me saddest as I leave is the knowledge that even if I return to London as a visitor, I will never again have this job and I have never regreted leaving a job more. Perhaps part of that is the feeling that as soon as I do leave, all the really interesting stuff will happen. (You know it's true, it's always true.)
Still and all, I must leave and I'm sure I'll love it once I'm there. I just hope my cold gets better soon.
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