I'm going to London

Bloody red tape chopped up all over the floor. Biggest pile I'd ever seen.

Its official! My visa arrived late last week and I paid for my plane tickets the next day. I am heading out next Tuesday via a quick visit through Taipei. I'll be in London by the last week of February - and for the foreseeable next little while. A year or two - ish. Who knows.

I was in Ragland yesterday with Mel, just chilling by the beach off Cliff Street, eating fish'n chips under a pohutukawa tree after a morning of kayaking, swimming and some fruitful cockle hunting. My legs were sun burnt and there were salt crystal patterns encircling my arms. Thinking to myself - London in three weeks - woolly hat, warm ale, cozy tube carriages and snowflakes on my imaginary mustache. Lovely. if not some what warped.

Why?

Because I've been meaning to do it for ten years and its becoming the longest procrastination in my life. Because I have gypsy blood and I am hyperactive. Because its some what closer to Paris and Berlin and Amsterdam and all those other places that I'd rather live in but can't practically do so just yet. I'll be able to go to Iceland, and Egypt and the Ukraine for weekends. Even New York. Because I can see Emma and Wendy and everyone else I adore whenever I fancy. Because I'll be able to go to the Tate all the time. I'll be able to go to Camden all the time. and Soho. And musicals. Second hand book shops, odd little alley ways, big parks and old buildings. Opportunities with NGOs big and small, a more credible CV, boutique libraries, lots and lots of lectures and protests and clubs and life drawing lessons. Because I'll meet so many diverse, interesting, colourful people that will give me ideas and show me things I'd never otherwise think of. Because I'd like to brood up another funny accent. Because I can be the It Girl. Because I can be anonymous. Because I can go to speed dating, and parties... big parties, little parties, crashed parties, ginormous parties, micro parties, anti-party parties, imaginary parties, work parties, tea parties, birthday parties, dinner parties, parties on the tube, parties for two, parties on rooftops, parties in basements, and waking up to more murky sunday afternoons. (Next to Jude Law). And especially when I can get beroccas there. Because I didn't use up all the credit in the Oyster Card I bought there last time. And I owe the guy at the Turkish shop 50 pence. Because having a big hole in the pocket is fun, reckless, exciting, and always bring random situations at hand. and I love random situations. Because I love change, new things, new places, exciting unknown things. Because I want to be lost and I want to be found.

And because I can so I will.