With a growing industrialized community fueled by the power of coal the “London Fog” was born. Before the enactment of The Clean Air Act in 1956, this fog was a mixture of smoke and disease. Today, the fog can be enjoyed without any fear of illness.
I know I wear my heart on my sleeve, it’s just how I’ve always been and I make no effort to stop it from bleeding out of me on a daily basis, which also means that I’ve fallen for you in just a matter of six weeks. I found myself walking to the … More Dear London,
(Or, shall I say, football) It was but only two months ago that I wrote my parents saying, “Standing here right now I wish for one thing: that I could go back and relive all of these soccer moments over again.” People think it’s because you were my life but my life was … More Dear Soccer,
There are a lot of people on this earth but there are very few humans, as you say. Humans are special. You are a special human. You are so inviting, open, and strong; the combination of these three is among your greatest qualities. You plan trips and activities for everyone, taking it on as … More Dear Human,
You are merely a fancy way for me to cover my excuses, or better yet my fears. I have always justified you by fluffing you up with logic, calculations, and practicality but those are separate entities and you do not belong with them. My life out here has cut you down to minimal usage, but … More Dear Pretense,
I will NEVER have enough of you. But isn’t that the story of life? I think the whole world can agree that we spend half of you trying to save or prolong you. Unfortunately, life is a giant hour glass, the sand slipping through my fingers, and I have no way of stopping it. This … More Dear Time,
You are my singing soulmate. I gazed at you from above, knees pressed against the balcony, arms gripping the velvety ledge, completely submerged in your story. I would compare my experience to becoming one with your fantasy, except that would imply unreal or imaginative characteristics and we both know that our interaction was anything but … More Dear Les Miserables,
Don’t worry about these other countries, at the end of the day I will always be your all-American girl. Of course, I will return with new tendencies, eclectic jargon, and a stronger admiration for the nations that house the cultures I am experiencing. I will be leaving parts of my heart in these cities that … More Dear America,
I’m afraid that two weeks abroad has made you a stranger. Unless of course you count my attempts at trying to remove the white and black lint from my neutral coloured closet a worry (however, I would label that a preference because I still walked the halls today with fuzz balls as my main accessory … More Dear Worry,
I have to be frank and tell you that I not only planned on streeettchiinnggg you slowly over these next couple months, but I essentially wanted to see how close I could get to killing you off. This might come as a shock to you and don’t get me wrong, I adore your comfort, but … More Dear Comfort Zone,
The first time you ever took flight you caught the infectious travel bug and have yet to look back. This bug did not merely mean you were filled with wanderlust, longing to travel to new places; it meant you’d go near and far to make anything into an adventure. Since then you have gawked over … More My Dearest Riley,
Compass 