Virtual Gypsyz

Sept. 8, 1994
Twenty-four hours…plus. I have just lived out the longest day of my life. And where is it ending, as well as marking a new beginning?

London, England.

I look outside my window and see a dirty white old building that would definitely stand out of place in Florida, and yet seems sufficiently familiar to provide me some comfort from this foreign city. Perhaps it reminds me of a certain part of New York, but then I see those little compact cars driving on the wrong side of the road and I remember — wow! I’m in London.

Then I picture the continent in relation to home and I fully, finally realize that I am about to embark on the most tremendous adventure in my life. I like the English accent and clever words of the people. They almost seem like they are from another world. They drive a bit more boldly, but I guess they are essentially the same as home.

I stand apart not only because I am American, but also because I am the first and probably the youngest in my family to travel to Europe. I wonder if my family has certain expectations of me while I am here. Most likely only to get the most out of it that I can, increase my knowledge and get home to tell them all about it. I believe that now they are worried, apprehensive of the possibilities that await me, but I suppose they are simply sharing my own feelings. Read the rest of this entry »