Each day, I have this thought.
Sometimes it is on my morning run, as I race past the swans at Regents Park.
Sometimes it comes as I pick up a brie-and-pear macaroon on my way home from errands in South Kensington.
Other days, it happens when I'm attending the free daily Japanese art history tour at the British Museum (again).
And some days it comes later, when I realise that the woodblock print I've been researching for so long is just down the road at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
At these moments, I think, "Someday, I will look back on this time in my life and ask, 'Did I really live in London for a year to attend graduate school?'"
O'Hare to Heathrow - wooooo! |
| And during these moments, Brady and I will look back fondly at these photos and say "Yes, we were Londoners for a year. And what a blessing it was." |
I say "we," because although I am honored to say that my husband will soon be serving our country in Afghanistan, I keep a bit of him still with me...
| Keeping me co' at the bank. Thank you, Army Family Services |
...in more ways than one :)
I'd like to take a moment and remember that precious week Brady and I spent here together in London. It was a sweet realisation that I not only married my dashing prince charming, but my very best friend...and all-time favourite travel companion.
| Romantic moonlit stroll along the Thames |
Kensington Gardens
Borough Market
Westminster Stroll
| The British Museum |
| Wicked! With lovely British accents :) |
| There was no "Row Z" by the way... |
Westminster Stroll...
| Saint Paul's Cathedral |
| View from Saint Paul's Cathedral |
| Tower Bridge, from the Tower of London |
| My studly husband again, pondering Rothko at the Tate Modern :) |
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