thinking... always thinking...

it's sunday late afternoon and i am sitting alone at the suck office listening to murs & 9th wonder. there is something a bit beautiful about this day. it's a rare cloudless, sunny day in london and walking up the street along broadway market to work i wished i could join the crowds of people who were sitting on the curb along the pavement (as the brits call sidewalks) enjoying their sunday pint.

this week has been a bit of a weird one -- flashes of ILL (i love london!) moments amongst pangs of homesickness. i landed at gatwick airport on tuesday morning and in an attempt to pinch a few pennies took public transport home. as the no. 48 bus drove along london bridge i peered along the thames river and breathed in london all over again. this is one of my favourite bus journeys in london.







leaving london bridge station and across the thames, it tumbles into the city along bank, past shoreditch and liverpool street before letting me off on hackney road. just a hop skip later, i was back at the studio trying to catch up on two weeks of missed work.

after spending the last six months anxiously awaiting the approval of my work permit as luck would have it my papers were finally approved the day i left for toronto to participate in jinny's wedding. so my one week trip home was extended an extra eight days, giving me the opportunity to tie up loose ends. now back in london i watch the healing process happen before my eyes. old wounds are no longer there making me feel like a snake that has shed its old skin.

the mean reds prevails often still, and i wonder when i'll finally realise
what it's all about.