My Lonely Journal

This was supposed to be the year of the marvelous journal. I went to London this year. I'm dating the most wonderful man I could possibly ask for. Is everything just too good to write about? Can I only write when I feel wronged or hurt? Is 2009 too much of a perfect year to have anything to say? I feel horrible about my journal and I am seeking refuge in my blog, who can't possibly love me as much as my journal. Journal and I have been together consistently since I was 13, I only met you, blog, in London and this is scarcely my third or is it my forth entry. While I contemplate whether or not Journal will take me back I will take solace in trace Trafalgar's Tablet, which like my dear Journal no one reads.

Peter Pan

   Today before I sat down to write this post I looked out the window and thought I saw the image of Peter Pan in the clouds.  For a moment London transformed, it wasn't busy city with a dirty, unfriendly underground.  It was a city full of the magic of Peter Pan.  If I were a younger child I would quietly suspect he was some where around the city and hold with a firm unspoken confidence that perhaps tonight he might come and teach me to fly to Neverland.  

One thing I've always wanted to do is visit that statue in Kensington Garden, and on May 1, 2009, I did that,  97 years after it was placed there, to the day.  There was a magic in the exactness of the dates and I reflected on the 97 years that statue has stood there in the place the book claims Peter landed. I've looked for 1st editions of the book and I've found a few, but 

none that I could afford.  I don't know what it is in the book of Peter Pan, or the 

story, or the 

statue that turn the gears of magic

 in the mind.  I guess Peter reminds us that while we may have to grow old he always gives us the opportunity to refuse to grow up.  

   

The First Week

My internet has been down, but its up now so I'm writing.  London has been great so far.  I've been lost, almost run over, stared down in an elevator, to the Banqueting House, to the Museum of London, and to see Peter Pan's statue.  I can hardly think of everything I've done so far so I'll just start with today . . . 

  Today was super fabulous.  After waking up and taking to Richard (he was just going to bed, tee hee)  I went to class and discovered it was a lot more easier to take notes with my laptop in professor Fielding's class.  I love the organization of the lectures.  Of course there is the Shakespeare class with Professor Larsen too.  I like that class and feel more in my element even if I don't sing praises to Shakespeare with the rest of the class.  It's not that I don't like Shakespeare, but it almost ruins it for me that every one else likes him so much.  I did my laundry (I should have brought more pants) and finished my Romeo and Juliet response paper.

I went for a walk and bought a pillow and some shampoo.  I took myself out to eat at French Cafe.  It was nice sitting at the window and writing in my journal.  I'm trying to feel more like I'm in London, I hope I feel like I am soon.  I need to go see some things I'm really interested in, that just might do it.  Sorry this first post is lame, the next will be better . . . perhaps