Feathers = Warm

Well, Christmas is officially over along with my holiday home. I cannot believe how quickly the time went. I feel like just yesterday I was preparing for Andrea's trip out to the UK and now I find myself sitting at one of my many local Starbucks, playing catchup on all the work I avidly avoided over the break. I never would have believed it if someone had cautioned me before going home, but I am afraid I have fallen in love with this place in a most unexpected way. As I glance out the window and see the undeniably dirty streets and worn buildings I cannot help but feel an attachment to this place. In the short time I have been here this place has left a mark on my heart and it took me returning to my once loved OC to recognize that. While at home, I began to wonder. What if I had never left the OC?? I don't know what it would have taken to wake me up. (I guess that means that in the UK I feel "awake" or "aware" might be a better way to put it.) I feel like everyday in the OC is predictable and reliable. I can always count on the beautiful sun being alive and well and the fwys, well they are there, and each day is one step closer to the weekend and well planned out. In London each day is an adventure and different. (As exhausting as that can be, I'm learning to roll with each obstacle, and there are many, taking each one at face value) This "winter" business is new and exciting and if only for the promise for it to be my first and last, I have one shot to enjoy the cold (not as impossible as it sounds) and all the festivities that go along with it (aka mulled wine/cider). Luckily, I have a fantastic Mother who is familiar with the cold and got me the best possible coat to combat it. She got me a down feather filled bubble coat and holy cow does that work! Who knew that feathers = warm?? Well, as lovely as this break has been its about time I get myself in gear again. Its supposed to snow again tonight and I would love to be inside when that happens. So until next time, Cheerio.