remote blogging from LDN

Even thought I haven't lived here for almost three years, it still feels like home. Came in the long way from Heathrow, on the Underground that's over ground until South Ken -- peering into people's back gardens, glimpses of the tops of terrace houses, graffitti sprinkled about. A woman next to me was working a crossword puzzle in what looked like either Polish or Turkish, and across from me a lovely man with lovely hair (gay or European?) ended his phonecall with "ta for that, bye" -- too wonderful.

Got off the plane, got off the train, rented a phone, then spent ten dollars on: a bottle of water, a tensy of Lambert & Butler's, and a lighter. No kidding. Those three items cost me ten dollars. There's a Krispy Kreme in Victoria Station now -- I resisted, but barely. It did make me feel slightly uncomfortable, I'll say that much. Now I have 90 minutes to kill before meeting Dan to get the extra set of keys so I can go and sleep for a few hours.

I am so ready to be rid of these bags so I can go exploring and cavorting, visiting all my old favorite places and finding new ones ... the internet cafe is playing "No Diggity" which I think must be some sort of sign, although I'm not sure what type.