Emotions just can't keep up
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something i wrote while in London, subplot characters are me (steve) Chris, my travel buddy and guy i'll be working with and living with in Albania, Israel- a long time friend of mine from Texas, and Ben- our living contact, and good friend staying in a swanky pad on Thames. When me and Chris arrived in London we were all four suppose to meet up and then head out from there.
Its almost 2pm London time, me and Chris are chillin at a table on Marlybone High Street, outside a pub called Marlybone Tup. We are waiting on Ben to join us, apparently he went to the wrong pub??? It should be expected!!! And we love it. Being here is surreal, as it is in the mid 50’s (Fahrenheit) and it is everything I imagined
So many random thoughts but no jacked up emotions yet to speak of.
This place is inspiring such quotes from Chris as we watch pedestrians passing us in droves, “
And of course, being outside with a laptop in
Emotions just cannot catch up with us right now.
There is something to be said about friendship and travel. Meeting new people while traveling is always priceless, adventurous, troublesome and addicting- but to meet old friends and long time acquaintances on foreign soil in a foreign environment- to me there are few things that surpass that.
I think it is because where once you were in the comfortable and familiar, each of you probably bogged down in your jobs, school or life you probably felt nothing would ever change… and then… you both are standing in completely alerted circumstances or moments- if only for a time, it is priceless. In the midst of the unknown and uncertain you have now with you something totally familiar and known as your close friends.
I guess I am just trying to sum up how I felt when me and Chris met up with Ben and
We smoked some cigarettes, drank some great bear, and with a nice buzz meandered our way to Ben’s flat where we dropped off our stuff and cheeked him for the place being such a wreck. The flat we were staying as you can see in the pics was a tight, swanky spot with a view of the
The four of us headed down the street to a nearby pub with wireless and great pilsners.
We didn’t do anything the first night, we just hung out, drank beer, chilled and laughed, mainly at Ben the entertainment for all of us. By the end of the week Ben would be christened with a new nickname, Blueberry- what a fag. We love him.