So it’s a sunny Tuesday; a pretty average day in Philadelphia really. Nothing to be too excited about.
But as I meander about my crazy, hectic life, I can’t help but think back to the average cloudy Tuesdays that I spent in London.
I miss London every day. For different reasons a lot of the time, but for today, I miss it for my typical Tuesdays.
Tuesdays were great. I would sleep in until 10 or 11, depending on how my Monday nights went. Normally, I would get dressed and find a part of the city to explore. I really loved walking through the parks or hitting up a market or two. I just enjoyed the atmosphere of the city. Sometimes along the way I would find a coffee shop and get tea or some lunch and then laze my way back to my flat.
In the late afternoon, I would sometimes just sit with whatever dinner I mustered up that evening and look out at the London skyline from my eighth floor view, or I would watch an English period piece, which I found myself totally obsessed with.
Then every once in a while, I would attend class. My class was from 6.00-9.00 PM. It wasn’t mandatory, but I happened to really enjoy this one. It was International Business and I was in a group with four other International students who were awesome. They ended up becoming really good friends by the end of my time in that beautiful city.
After class, I would usually head straight back to my flat and begin to get ready for a night out. Typically I would try to rally some of my girlfriends from across the hall, but if they weren’t having it, I would call up my cousin and see what she was up to with her comrades. Either way, I usually always found a crew to take the town with.
We would find the best plans for the night, whether that was drinks in Shoreditch, clubbing in Piccadilly Circus or strolling the Thames at night. There was always something to do and no one ever questioned you as to what day of the week it was. It didn’t matter. The city never slept and neither did the people.
I could just spend all of Tuesday knowing that I was living the dream.
And I miss that a lot.
Now as I am preparing to take on a day of five classes, from 9.30 AM to 8.10 PM, with minimal break, but a hope to catch a nap during my lunch hour; I have no time to enjoy where I am. It’s gut wrenching. I hope every day that I can fall in love with Philadelphia as much as I fell in love with London. I just don’t know that it could ever happen. London truly stole my heart.