london calling

This week i saw London with different eyes, in a whole new light, like i had never seen it before. Friends are truly the family you choose, and a trip with them is like nothing that can be written about. The laughs and memories are indescribable. The incidents shared will always be remembered in the heart, not in any text. The relationships that develop and transform on these trips are eternal.

The London i saw this time was so full of laughter it made your stomach hurt. So full of joy in made your eyes glow. And so full of loved ones you never wanted to leave their side.

Windy mornings and freezing nights only induced jokes, no longer cold misery. The crowded streets were like a maze. Getting dressed to go out was a happenstance in three rooms at once. The tube was a theme park ride all on its own, rush hour was unavoidable, and tracks and platforms were like science, then were like the alphabet.

But it was still so full of Arabs, you felt like you were in the Gulf. So expensive, the rich felt poor. So cold, your gloveless fingers would freeze. So wet, your new boots got soaked through.

But London called and we answered. We loved it and embraced each others' company and cherished our youth, in all its joy and glamour and blessing.

London this time around was like watching a movie in a different mood. You may not like the movie but you still came out laughing.