Sometimes, when I am walking around my city or riding the bus, there is a brief moment–during which I feel somewhat suspended in time–when I think to myself “Ahh, it feels like I’m living in London again!”
And then I remember that I am in Columbia, South Carolina. Walking from my parking lot to my office, which unnecessarily takes 10 minutes. Riding the campus shuttle when I make it in time. Massive SUVs speeding past me as I J-walk my way to class. American college men in baseball caps and Sperry’s. American college women in glorified flip flops (my Scottish friend calls them Jimmy John’s) carrying Vera Bradley. Sports fan, fraternity brothers, the city’s homeless, law students, high school drop outs, wannabe fashionistas, athletes, triathletes, trying to be athletes. You name it, Columbia has it.
And although it’s no London, right now (and for the next year), it’s home. So I will learn to embrace it, I will learn to love it, and I will learn to learn from it. Just as I do every other place I live. And just like I will in Seoul this summer.
More on this later.
Love,
lvp
lvp
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