So this trip is something of a flashback to my older self, and -- actually -- the Journey of Self Discovery has already begun. When I unpacked. See, when I packed the other day, I packed everything I generally pack for a cold London Theatre trip -- wool skirts, wool pants, wool sweaters. (There's a theme.) And, when unpacking, I discovered that, with the exception of a lovely little Merino wool turtleneck I picked up in New Zealand (which, really, I should've bought in every color), I don't wear any of this stuff anymore. It isn't ME. I'm thinking of all the other cold-weather-gear back in my closet and wondering why I didn't pack any of THAT. It's like I associate London with those clothes, and associate both with the type of person I used to be.
(Is this making sense? I got about ... no sleep on the ten hour flight, so I don't even want to think about how long I've been awake.)
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