London in one word: Bittersweet. There is too much history here, and it haunts my present. As much as I have enjoyed this visit, it is good that I am leaving London. I spent my time here well, drinking sangria with a good friend, visiting favorite spots and finding new ones, dancing the blues instead of the salsa, Singing in the Rain with a fellow lover of Portland’s wet weather, and enjoying the best art for free. Seeing someone from Portland reminded me of what I love about home, and I find I am a bit homesick. My frequent time on my own here reminds me of the early days of London life when I felt a bit like a ‘Lonely Londoner’ and hadn’t adjusted yet to my new home. The discomfort of loneliness is a good lesson in independence, but too long in this state can just be depressing. Au revoir London, until we meet again.