Fifty days ago, I quit my job and started this endeavor.
Today, I landed in London.
This has been a goal of mine since I was a little kid. My parents spent a year here, and today we went to Seven Bedford Place, where they lived. We had a tour of the place. We took a picture where they'd taken one. We walked around London, got asked for directions twice, and hid behind fake accents to get better service.
"I never thought I'd make it here," Alex said as we walked through the park across from our hotel.
I always hoped I would, but I didn't know if I would.
I wrote a fictional account of this day in a performance art class I took in college. They asked us to imagine an important day in the future, and so I wrote a monologue about finally landing at Heathrow.
Today was a huge day in my life. It's going to be one I remember for a long time.
Our hotel room is insane. We got complimentary all-the-things because this is also our honeymoon. And since we also came to this particular hotel to do research on my book, we did a look-around of the hotel. I had it backwards. I'm glad I'm seeing it for myself. The park across the street was way smaller than I thought it'd be. I'm going to learn so much.
Tomorrow is our tour out to see where Pithom is. How crazy is that?
Day Fifty: Landing in London
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