I have been back in Florida for a little over a week now. Upon my arrival, I was greeted with heat and humidity that has continuously tried to weigh me down to the extremely hot concrete every day of my sad American life. While I have been spending my time wisely (drinking my sorrows away while attempting to get a tan on the beautiful beaches of Florida), I can’t help but miss miserably rainy and cold London.
My friends are starting to get irritated with my lack of happiness and my dramatic, exasperating cries for help because my lungs can no longer breathe in the 97 degree heat. “You live in Orlando for God’s sake.” And yes, this is true. I live in the number one tourist destination in the world according to everyone who has suffered through my complaining. But where is the music scene? Where are the exciting clubs that fill my drunken mouth with nutella pancakes? Where are my beloved museums? Where is the extraordinary architecture?
I belong in London and my heart will yearn to be back until I book my next flight abroad.
Yes, I do enjoy the ocean, I enjoy the lake, I enjoy boating, tubing, and jet skiing. This is no longer what satisfies me. I have realized that the hustle and bustle of city life is the music to my ears, the nutella to my pancakes, the oyster card to my tube ride. My heart beats to a city pace.
Until next time, London. I love you.