'this, my friend, is a pint'

itching to go home. itchy.

absolut ice bar (basically they put you in a freezer and make you a mixed drink in a 'glass' made of ice). pub. pub. pub.

pubs close so early here; last night they rang the bell at 11. basically instead of pregaming at 11 and finishing up around 3 you start at 5, straight from work, and leave at 11. on a wednesday. second verse, same as the first.
things i will not miss: the machines at the underground for adding money. seriously if the bill has been folded in half the machine won't take it.
my mattress. i can feel everyyyy spring.
another underground one (all londoners hate the underground, but i think you'll find that in every city): the barriers where you swipe your card and the banisters open; too many times i've been rejected with a swift ram to the gut.
that hole in my pocket that's been growing and growing since i got here. i currently have a cozy six dollars in my bank account.

...that's all i can think of. honestly the pros outweigh the cons by a longshot.

today i thought of my favorite poem; i first read it my senior year in high school and i've found that the more places i go and people i meet i understand it better and better. so i leave you with

Elizabeth Bishop
One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.