Packing Blues

Time is nearly expired on my stay in North Carolina. If all goes well, meaning I get my Visa on time, I leave Friday evening and arrive in the early hours of Saturday in a nation I have loved from afar and vicariously through centuries of media.

My brother and I make the move, and my parents are going with us to help with the settling in process. My mom was given a rather thoughtful gift by a friend from work that coincides nicely with this trip. Its a deck of large flash cards that are all walking tours of London. Easy and short trips that take you past historic landmarks, eateries, and other assorted fun little ways to indulge an afternoon in London. It'll be fun to see some of the things on the cards, and they'll be a great source of ideas when I'm alone for the next three months, as my brother begins school on Oct. 6th and I'll be without his company over 10 hours a day, 6 days a week. Kinda nice, isn't it.

I have plans to seek out Sherlock Holmes' fabled abode, a Post Office I'm told, in order to send a photo to my grandfather. I'm excited about doing early Christmas shopping on Charring Crossroads in and among the old book shops.

Living in one of the world's most prominant cities will prove a challenge and a character building change of life. I hope to enjoy myself and make no waves as I don't see the British or their country as a nvelty, rather I respect and long to be apart of such an important culture.

Cheers, as they say, and see you soon.