I have largely noted lately a variety of opinion on appropriate emotional states, or specifically how individuals feel about experiencing a range there of. The fact that being on one's own in a foreign country does not consistently equate to sunshine and daisies is a fact of life i had rather anticipated, and a challenge spotted through with brilliant moments is completely a part of it. Yesterday brought with it a visit of everything dear and safe and comforting and fun and lovely, while also being fully fleeting and bittersweet. (all in all a turbulent flight of emotions, but so much rather that than not at all). There was talk of the comforts of home, loneliness, and unfamiliarity, and the ageree-ment that people who expect an adventure to be easy, dont truely understand. Completely the most lovely meeting if the past weeks.
When asked later how i was doing, i explained that i was in extreem flux of emotion, but that was ok. In response i was told to feel good and not tearful and none of the bitter and all of the sweet do to the shortness of life. I explained that experiencing an emotion, whether good or bad, is completely favorable to me, and that truely a good cry is sometimes exactly what one needs.....this view was not shared.....ah well! for now, emotions are all mine then! and greatfully so, especially for the random few lovely bitter and sweet days.

tomarrow i have off work and am fully touristing with liam. Off to winsor castle in the morning and on to the globe in the evening. A day one could likely suspect to be full of niceness of emotion, but oh we shall see how it plays out! ha!

Also the distant possibility of traveling to france this winter to do theatre has recently popped into the picture, and here's hoping that concept can become a reality!

in other news i killed a keg...not exactly sure how, but it's been taken off the pay check...a whole keg....turned all air bubbly and horrid on my account. i am starting to fear that i am a very personable bar tender but perhaps not a good one. then again i have only been a bar tender for 2 weeks and two days. give a girl a break! i now fear the keg...and dont care much to get back on the keg changing horse. we'll see. oh london you tricksy beast you!