JOURNALS

Tuesday was a whirlwind of travel and social connection, wrapped in London charm. Getting out of bed was a bit of a struggle, especially with the impending trip, but I managed to pack what I’d need for a few nights. Honestly, I felt a bit of a thrill knowing I’d be away from the studio chaos.

The train journey was a mixed bag of anticipation and anxiety. I had a connection at Wolverhampton that was razor-thin, only seven minutes, which seemed like an elaborate game of chance. So, I took an earlier train from Shrewsbury with the hope of securing my seat on the next leg without incident. This strategic move left me with some time at the old studio, which I used to have breakfast and gather last-minute thoughts.

Arriving in London around 1 PM, I made my way to the British Library. Meeting a friend for a catch-up over what could have been a piping hot beverage was a highlight. We chatted amidst the ambiance of hushed academic brilliance, and it was comforting to know they were doing well.

Post-library, the hotel beckoned. Checking in felt like dropping a long-held breath and finally exhaling. I mulled over a jaunt to the Apple Store for a new iPhone but desired for downtime ultimately won. Exhaustion wrapped its arms around me as I settled into my temporary haven.

Contemplating the day, the balance between completing my to-do list and seizing moments of connection was satisfying. The reliable train schedule was a gratitude point for today, making my meticulous planning worthwhile.

London trips always stir a mix of exhilaration and fatigue. This one was no different, but having the creature comforts of a good hotel was thick icing on the cake. The day was a frenetic dance of travel logistics, admired museum architecture, and comforting friendship. It’s a relief to have no tight budget constraints this time, allowing for a touch of indulgence, like arranging my breakfasts—a small luxury worth treasuring.