I leave for London tomorrow. I'll be there for 2 weeks to spend the holidays with Iain's family. I'm really excited.
People ask me if I miss London. The answer is yes, of course, but it is slightly more complicated than that. London is like my imaginary first serious boyfriend: I was totally crazy about him. he was wild and good looking in an offbeat way. All I wanted to do was spend time with him. But the longer we went out, the more I realized that he was probably not great for me: we partied a little too hard, he made me spend all my money, and after awhile he started to come between me and my family. I moved out and try not to think about him too much anymore.
And I'd probably take the scoundrel back in a second.
