Thursday, January 11, 2007
About 2 more weeks before spring semester starts, and I'm tired already, even though the most productive thing I've done in the 2 days since returning to campus was, uh, translating a German song for my sister, probably. Or checking out the textbooks for this semester's courses. I've decided to take the revised GREs (something like the SATs, but for graduate school application) in fall this year - one less thing to concern myself with this semester.
While I was skimming through the weekly email newsletter The Economist sends me, I noticed the St. James Street address, which reminded me of the day when I was dragging my sister around the Westminster area being the, uh, specialist tourist. On our way to the Ritz (for fangirly gawking, not for dinner, alas), we passed through St. James Street, and I was absurdly delighted to spot the familiar red logo of The Economist. Seeing the address again brought on a pang of longing to be back in London, in the thick of the Covent Garden crowds, running around with map in hand, wandering narrow side-streets in the grey drizzle, getting ridiculously excited over the most obscure things, taking leisurely walks along the Thames and the Serpentine, enjoying West End theatrics and the company of people who are very special to me.
Here, what little company I have is uninspiring, the campus depressingly deserted and the very sunlight seems excessive and bland. Give me those blissful days in Europe again, bad weather and all.
words were spilled on Thursday, January 11, 2007