Last days

People say a lot of different things. They speak a lot of different languages. They act in a lot of different ways. But somehow, we all can relate to one another. There is some unknown force that breaks down all the differences and barriers that make us unique to become similar and relatable to those we don't know.
Heading to the Tate Museum in London pushed me into this realization. While watching a live art performance, a young Frenchman approached me and started telling me about his father. His story was quite relatable; my dad also has a heart that never quits, who has the willpower of a hundred oxen. Another woman came to me soon after and told me about her cycling years and her 18 year old daughter. Each story had something I could relate to. I encountered something like this before, but I didn't know what to call it. Thank you Tate Mesuem for making me a deeper thinker🙌
The rest of that day was a mash of heat, Shakespeare, and lots n lots of people. The stagnant weather basically drove mom and I crazy, both of us were ready to kill each other. Carrying a bunch of luggage didn't help either. But the following day we caught a ride to Cambridge and went punting. Man oh man, it was hotter than Hades. With the occasional cow mooing in the picnic area between what seemed like thousands of Asians who didn't know how to punt, it was a good day.
The real shocker was what happened on Friday night. Waiting hours and hours for the Olympics to start was the highlight of the day! No. Midgin coming back to England two days after we left Norway?! Yes!! I thought I was literally never going to see her again. We all went bowling the next day (with LOTS of difficulty) and had Indian curry for Michelle's birthday. Big mistake. Too much spicy, not enough ginger.
Today's the last day, I'm sad, but happy; bittersweet. I'm going to miss this place, but hey! I still have to head to Chicago for another fun filled two weeks:)