London's Layover

     Hello from London, England!

     This Fourth of July has been unlike any other holiday in the history of my life. Upon first writing, it was 7:00am, and I had already been wandering the Heathrow airport for almost two hours. My sore shell of a body existed in a precarious balance between exhaustion and elation— I have now been here for five hours, and I am fighting the exhaustion that comes with being surrounded on all sides with noise and confusion. I am still holding on to my excitement, because this has been a pleasant experience thus far. I do, however, find myself needing to nod off. 

     Don’t let this jubilant photo lie to you— I know I look like a movie star, but the truth is that I haven’t slept more than 4 hours straight in almost a week. So really, let’s be glad that I’m conscious and abroad. 

     I don't wish to be so dreary on my second day, I am just a sufferer of overwhelm. While I am tired and in need of silence, I am sincerely grateful for the opportunities ahead of me. It would be a horrific lie for me to say that this came without toil—I have worked upwards of 60 hours a week all summer and have maintained myself on a minimal budget in order to make this opportunity possible. Though many believe that we make our own luck, friends, I want to tell you that I am so fortunate to have been given the assistance that has come my way. To many at home—My mother, my great uncle, Diane, John, and my comrades at Cinebarre—I send my thanks and my abiding appreciation. I could not have made it here without your help. Even Mike’s Camera, where two very kind gentlemen helped me find a memory card that, theoretically, is no long sold in stores. You see, while I have done my best to finance this excursion, I am blessed to have had the company and the support of so many. Thank you, Colorado and Jewell, for all the blessings that you’ve sent my way. 

     Well, I am off for now. I should be landing in Mumbai shortly, and there is much yet to do.  

     Wishing you well.