Werewolves of London

Mood-Sick 

Listening to-Warren Zevon - Werewolves Of London 

Clubbing in London.

My mind races with the trains passing through each station. The speed in which this city functions at is overwhelming. San Francisco and Dublin are small golden peas of a cities compared to London.

If you have never traveled alone I suggest it with everything. Although I spent a lot of time with a friend I also got to explore a bit on my own. You can never truly feel alone in a city of strangers.

The art of comprehending the tube and train system deserves it's own Place as a sport in the Olympics. San Francisco was nothing but a video game simulation compared to the volume and complexity of the subways here. 

This city has a glow of age to it. Like a proud mother of her children. The glowing queen is a picturesque representation of the streets of London. 

The more I travel and see, the more insignificant I feel. A feeling in which I cherish and bask in. Walking through a museum filled with volumes of collections of the creations of humankind has made me feel younger and more optimistic then ever. You cannot help but feel life and everything around you passing like frames of a movie. 

I am thankful for the adventure away from Dublin and the company of someone who romanticizes San Francisco as much as I do. Being here makes me homesick for everywhere at once but so content with the ground my feet walk on. Every bed feels like home and a cozy nights rest can be found where you seek it. 

This short trip makes me truly realize how I am in the beginning of a truly great adventure. 

The feelings I have that surge through me in moments can never be replicated but can only be topped. We danced all night at a gay club, feeding off the energy of the crowd. Everyone in their own world of glamor and delusion. Our movements felt like screams powered by the energy of chaos. 

In each new place is a new adventure, filled with new stories I shall never forget.