“Some people dream their entire lives about going to Italy” I tell Husband. We are unenthusiastically packing for a weekend jaunt to Milan and I want to be reminded of how amazing the phrase “weekend jaunt to Milan” actually is. Don’t get me wrong, we are happy about going on this trip. We just have so much else going on as well.
Access to so many cultures. This is why people dream about living in Europe. When it gets integrated into everyday life it may start to feel blase.
I had a conversation with my neighbor about the sites and history we live among in Central London. He found it odd that people he met traveling were so enamored by his proximity to world heritage sites. “I mean, they live around great stuff too. You know, like in America they have the Grand Canyon.”
“Except people don’t really live at the Grand Canyon. It’s in the middle of nowhere,” I point out.
I walk past Buckingham Palace a few times a week on my way to the studio where I practice yoga and sometimes work. Because it’s me and because it’s London, I am usually late. I should be enjoying my surroundings but instead I feel frustrated. The area is jammed with tourists. One can only stop and let tourists set up their next Facebook profile photographs so many times. I have been this tourist. I have been this tourist in London. My impatience is practicality, not malice.
I wonder how many holiday photographs feature a rushed me in the background.
I pause sometimes to contemplate the gravity of my scenery. A place I heard about but never knew if I would see is now a part of my everyday life.
I took this quick photo while dodging tourists during one of those sudden contemplations.
- Just another stroll past Buckingham Palace
Gotta go, I’m late for the studio.
Texas on Thames 