“So what brings you to London,” said a local shopkeeper.
“I have always wanted to come, so I did.”
How cool is that? If only my mom were alive. I imagine she is up there saying, “That’s my Melissa baby.”
There is so much to see, to learn, and to explore. And my running tale was that I wanted to sneak in to have tea with the Queen. She seems like such a nice older woman.
Remember the couple who crashed the party at the White House? Well, that was going to be me at the Palace. I didn’t have it in me. Maybe next time.
If it worked out, I would have shared my experiences from an English jail. LOL. They would have understood, right? I am an American. I am curious about how they live. I also have a few questions for the Queen.
And since I am back in the states, I can say anything that I want. J
Naw, I’ll leave it alone.
Seriously, though, London was a cool place. Many parts reminded me of the Big Apple. The main difference was the architecture. Interesting buildings. And I loved the double decker buses. Melissa is on the move.
Yep. That’s me. I am the one moving on. That means that as life darkens, I keep pointing my little flashlight along the path. I am determined to see, and so I shall.
One Saturday, as I drove to Costco to get a prescription and some bananas, something came to me. I was smiling. I was hopeful. I was looking forward to the future.
It was a weird feeling. I almost felt as if I should have called my doctor. I realized that I was happy.
It was 16° F. I was exhausted. My right & left shoulder, right hand, left ankle, back, sinuses, head, left leg, and upper tooth were aching profusely. I missed my son. But I was happy—for the moment.
Moments of depression always come and go. A few things were beginning to look up.
I was scared. I was alone. I was lonely. But I was happy.
A part of my happiness could have been my planned trip. What do you think?
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For those of you who read the February Movers And Shakers, I guess I owe you an explanation. I promised to explain more about my ride—the ride of my life.
A man on the Eiffel Tower noticed that I was afraid of heights. Though the view was more than breathtaking, my knees shook as I tried to get closer to the edge. Even today—weeks later—I still feel as if it were all a dream. Life has truly taken its shots at me in the past few years. It makes you lose hope.
The man who spoke to me seemed friendly. He told me that he was from Wales—another place that I must see someday. After chatting for a bit and taking in a few sights, he told me that he was having lunch and then going for a boat tour. I walked around the tower, found a shop, bought a couple of things, found the loo and ran into him again. He was looking for the first floor. I tried to help. It wasn’t as simple as it would seem.
Long story short, we had lunch in the Eiffel Tower restaurant, went on a boat tour together, took a walk for a bit, and had a beer and wine in a small café. We talked about me going shopping for a while. We talked about me catching my train. There was a bit of confusion with the London/Paris time difference; I wasn’t sure if my ticket was in London time or Paris time.
Before long, it was time that I got a taxi to the tube station. He hailed me a taxi, and got in with me. As we rode and embraced each other, he continued nudging the driver to go faster. When we arrived at the station, he tried getting directions to the Eurostar gate. Someone mentioned a lift. We looked around and saw no lift. Frantically searching, I tried not to scream while he stayed composed.
Who knows what the future holds for me and my friend. What I do know is that my recent experiences have taught me that we should never close our hearts. In recent years, I have been somewhat pessimistic when it came to relationships.
Guess what everyone? The cliché is possible. Love at first sight is possible. Do you know how I know? Well……………….
It has happened to me.
Yep, I’m moving on. In what direction, I’m not sure. I will get back to you on that one.