When I look out of the window of the train today, I see a different image staring back at me. The nose miner has been replaced by a younger man; a man whose hair and beard have been allowed to grow long and shaggy, whose shoulders hunch forward courtesy of a recently burdened back and whose face bears a subtle smile - a response to the lifetime of memories gathered over the past two and a half months.
My latest travel companions have returned safely to the States, leaving me alone once again, which means I have no one to share my overtly relevant song parodies with (the reallifeonhold.com world tour hit single, 'Meat Sweats' will be hitting shelves soon!). A final cultural intake of London feels appropriate for my last full day overseas, so I plan to grab a helping of fish and chips, head over to the Tate Modern museum for a walk amongst the Dali's, Magritte's and Lichtenstein's and finish with a tour of the Camden Market.
It seems hard to believe that this part of the adventure is coming to a close; but, as is the case with any good story, one chapter must end before the next can begin.