In the past twenty-four hours, I have ventured away from my little home of Athens, population 3000, and arrived in London, England, population 8.5 million.
In the past twenty-four hours, I have traveled by car, plane and bus, six hours into the future.
In the past twenty-four hours, I’ve eating plenty of Mike & Ike’s and sweetish fish to satisfy a day. I’ve had Chicago’s famous deep dish pizza, and airplane ravioli.
In the past twenty-four hours, I have endured over two hours of airport terminal awkwardness surrounded by people who either didn’t speak the same language as I, or did but didn’t care to speak and an airplane seemingly full of screaming children.
In the past twenty-four hours, I have encountered hugs with reunited friends, handshakes with companions, and smiles with strangers. I’ve encountered a confused hotel manager, misunderstood directions, a congested interstate and an even more congested airport. I have encountered cities, and life, and different cultures, all accompanied with a slowly waking dream.
These past twenty-four hours has taught me many things (including to unload a computer from a carry-on) and within just a short amount of time that this day has allowed me, I have experienced more excitement, anticipation, and juilation than I thought I ever could in a mere twenty-four hours.
I look forward to what the next twenty-four hours could hold, and all the twenty-four hours after that.
So, London, you tell me: What do you have in store for the next twenty-four?