“How was London?” Loved ones back home will ask.
How can I even begin to answer that?
These past eleven months hold much.
London is still crowded. Diverse. It was sunny most days, homesick some days. London was a lesson: how to tourist-dodge and power-walk, how to avoid Oxford Street on Saturdays, a lesson on how many people you can fit in a Tube carriage.
London was a rush.
A rush of games/crafts/songs, kids with sticky hands, tired mums, restless teens.
It was cold.
It was jigsaws at midnight, bleary-eyed breakfasts, dinner feasts kitted out with candles and cake. It was a rush of tea and probably too many biscuits.
London was a mad dash of a year gone too fast, and a quiet walk through God’s steady grace.
It was a group of strangers become friends...become family.
“How was London?” They’ll ask.
Who could give that answer justice?
But as Seonaid would say, “It was a good laugh.”
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