Talking about London

I talked with Ericka about London and it was fascinating. “We should sit next to each other on the plane.” She said. We talked about traveling around London. She talked about how she was keeping a journal and writing things down before London, during, and after the trip. I told her my idea about buying cheap disposable cameras and bringing them along. I might buy 10, but that seems like a lot. Who knows, if I have some left over that’s not a bad thing, right? “Maybe when we get there and we’re settled in we could go to the Cereal Killer.” She said. The Cereal Killer is a place with a bunch of cereals to choose from. “Yes! I am very good at navigating. I’ve been to London before, but that was about 9 years ago.” I said. After we chatted, and I finished my salad, we parted ways. It’s the start of Fall Break. I’ll be all alone. No one on my floor are here, except my roommate. I will have long days of listening to London Grammar and knitting, probably. My boyfriend on the other hand… well, I’m not so sure. Maybe I shouldn’t talk to him unless he texts, calls, or Skype with me. I give up on trying to communicate with him. I shouldn’t do it, but I want him to know what it’s like in my shoes for once. Having to wait for the person you love the most and then when you start to talk, you’re just distracted. It isn’t fun. I’ve been waiting a lot my whole life, and people are always distracted when interacting with me, but that’s fine. I’ll do something else in its place. I’ve learned how to be patient when I want the other person to feel it. Waiting.