A lot has happened since my last post. A lot is about to happen in my future posts. “A lot” is a funny phrase–sometimes because people combine it to make one word, but most of the time because it’s purposefully vague. “I did a lot today” means that I did not take a nap today. For some people “I did a lot today” means “I helped design nuclear weapons.” You get the idea.
A lot has happened. My third year of college ended. One night I wrote a ten page paper in two hours. Later that same night I was in the hospital, with my head-wounded sister. I stopped getting angry and started laughing “a lot more often.” I turned 21. I moved into a new house. I’ve felt myself love a little harder in more concentrated bursts. I’m holding on tighter and letting go of “a lot of things.” There are tangible things that help me remember this last month, these past few months. My sister’s scar. My semester transcript. My watch tan. My boyfriend’s flannel shirt. These things are coming with me to London.
A lot is going to happen. I don’t know what yet. Well, that’s not entirely true. I have books I’m going to read and places I’m going to go. I know how to get from the airport to my dorm. I think. But then what happens? Do I change? Do I melt into my surroundings and pick up a British accent? Do I flit, uncomfortably, from one coffee shop to the next, trying to find my hidden literary genius? I’m only going for a month and I’m only going to a country that speaks my language. But, like my mother says, “While you’re on another continent!” Yeah, a lot is going to happen. And I think that means more than not napping. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated.