![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heading home
Apr. 21st, 2010 08:47 amSo it seems like we are leaving the UK today. I find myself, as frustrating as this has been, incredibly sad, as we had started to resign ourselves to being here through the weekend. On the other hand, I'll be back soon -- in July, and then in the fall when Patty comes out here to study in Cardiff.
There are a ton of things about this trip I've not written about yet -- the musicians in the tube (the jazz clarinetist, the 1940s-style cabaret singer, the dude playing a surf guitar version of "Ring of Fire" the day the volcano thing started), our weird adventures at the British Museum, a detailed accounting of all the Indian food we had, my eternal love of Tesco and its gluten-free miniature apple pies, and the walking tour of bizarreness last night that included running into someone who was at Gallifrey One and having to dodge the tour guide's discomfort with the queer elements in Torchwood -- that I promise to get to soon.
This trip wavered a lot between being my story and someone else's. That's a pretty typical experience for me, but the volcano punchline and work stress made it harder to bear in some ways. I think I just stumbled on a joke about fixed points.
Soon we'll be home, and hopefully it'll be easy and safe, although I wouldn't mind one last nod from the ghosts that never were before we find our way out of here. Cardiff, perhaps suitably, seems like several lifetimes ago.
There are a ton of things about this trip I've not written about yet -- the musicians in the tube (the jazz clarinetist, the 1940s-style cabaret singer, the dude playing a surf guitar version of "Ring of Fire" the day the volcano thing started), our weird adventures at the British Museum, a detailed accounting of all the Indian food we had, my eternal love of Tesco and its gluten-free miniature apple pies, and the walking tour of bizarreness last night that included running into someone who was at Gallifrey One and having to dodge the tour guide's discomfort with the queer elements in Torchwood -- that I promise to get to soon.
This trip wavered a lot between being my story and someone else's. That's a pretty typical experience for me, but the volcano punchline and work stress made it harder to bear in some ways. I think I just stumbled on a joke about fixed points.
Soon we'll be home, and hopefully it'll be easy and safe, although I wouldn't mind one last nod from the ghosts that never were before we find our way out of here. Cardiff, perhaps suitably, seems like several lifetimes ago.
