A guestpost by Zoe Tuckey.
I wonder why I never wake up to see this time of the morning. It’s enchanting. The silence, the soft light, the way nothing invades your privacy or your space. It’s just me in this world of sky. It’s just me in the cool. I’m jet lagged and famished and it’s 5 a.m.
I’m so happy to be here. I’m so happy to hear a new accent and to see new architecture. I’m happy to have my best friend here and my boyfriend nearly here. I’m happy to have something familiar. I’m happy to know my way to the nearest coffee shop.
I thought about how I feel about America. I thought, if America was a person, she’d be someone I’d met through a friend or an acquaintance that I could have a superficial conversation with but someone that I didn’t really click with. America is like a friend I wouldn’t really keep in touch with or pursue a relationship with. America isn’t good at keeping secrets. She’s that person in the crowd that you feel like you know everything about after 5 minutes of loud conversation. There are other countries like India or New Zealand that you think, “wow that person is cool, I wonder what she’s thinking?” London kind of draws you in like that. I feel like if London was a person we’d have a good laugh and exchange e-mail addresses. But I’ve only been here a little over a week so we’ll see.
As of this morning. I’m happy and content and wondering what the rest of the day has in store for me. Maybe a pint at a pub with a friend who I feel like I can be myself with. That thought makes me smile. Good morning London.
About the author-
Zoe Tuckey was raised in Mussoorie, a small town at the foothills of the Himalayas. She has lived in many worlds but for now lives in Delhi. She is a writer, a Doula and a musician and feels a deep need to fill white spaces with many words. She has a blog called the Pilgrim Child on Wordpress too. www.pilgrimchild89.wordpress.com
