A Month Later

I wrote about my last days in London from the desk of a government agency in NoVa I am currently temping for. I leave them at the end of the week, and I don't know what I'll be doing for a job afterwards.

I'll admit it, the adjustment has been hard. Finding a job is elusive, finding one in theater near impossible. I can go for up to a week without seeing anyone my age. There have been weeks where I haven't seen anyone but my family. I have few friends in the area, limited transportation and I'm living at home.

There are bright spots, though. Target, home cooking, a bathroom that doesn't flood or disintegrate before your eyes. I've been to New York and will be going again soon. The few times I am social are always enjoyable, and it's been nice to reconnect with the people I do have here, especially knowing that the next time I leave it might be for good.

And that's what I'm trying to focus on. I compare being back in Virginia to being in a time-out, which can have both negative and positive connotations. It also has an end. Next September, 2010.

My time in London was amazing. I struck out on my own and I pulled it off. I met people that will be in my life for a long, long time and strengthened connections from the last time. I saw amazing theater, took some trips. immersed myself in history and drank a lot of pints. I saw Ray Quinn win Dancing on Ice and Kate Winslet walk the red carpet. I was laughed at by Prince Charles, mooned by Wales' hottest guy and followed by Eddie Izzard. And so, so much more.

I don't know what London3 will be, and it's a long way off. But that I did this? I have that. And that's not nothing.

Until then, friends. Be well.