Adaptation to a London Journey
Humans seem to adapt so quickly. We can live our entire life in one town and, upon coming of age, move out of our childhood home and into a college dormitory within a couple months time and, in a few short weeks, begin calling it home. While this has many benefits, sometimes becoming so quickly used to something isn’t the ideal. Here and now, I am living in London. Living in a place that I only dreamed of when I was a young child. Now, I have lived here, in this beautiful city, for a month and a half. 6 weeks…42 days…1008 hours…60,480 minutes...3,628,800 seconds of my life have been spent in the city that I have dreamt of going to since I was ten. Although this is a short period of time, it didn’t even take me half of this time for me to be able to call this home. It also didn’t take me half of that time to begin to take this opportunity for granted and letting it pass me by.
Days have gone by without me deeply breathing in the air of this foreign city. Days have gone by where I have complained about the homework that I have had to do instead of delightfully doing my readings in a small coffee shop or quaint little park. In ways, it seems that I have lived in this city forever and while not feeling like a stranger or tourist is a good feeling, it also means that I forget to enjoy my time here while I can.
I have four weeks left of my journey here and I intend to make every second of it special. I do not know where life will take me after this. All that I know is that I still have a long way to go and I need to realize how quickly things are going to pass me by. I have 2,419,200 seconds left to enjoy my London Journey and, starting now, I am going to savor every single one of them.
