paper finished, here's a post

Sometimes when I'm walking home, I'll catch myself being completely comfortable in my surroundings. And I don't want that! I don't want London to turn into this place that I live. I don't want to fall in a routine here and have it just kind of pass me by. I have to remind myself to not get used to things.

Then, there are other times where I do something stupid like get on the wrong train or say dollar instead of pound. I'll be sitting on the bus and go "Holy crap! I'm in London!" I told that to my friend Hannah and she looked at me like a crazy woman and said "Yes. Yes you are." Later she admitted she felt the same way sometimes (she's Welsh. Which means she's rabid about being Welsh.).

Anyway, the point to my story is that I miss horses and if someone would kindly ship me Kate I'd be grateful.