But, technically, that means that there are only 172 days left to do totally irresponsible things and have it still be kind of, technically, OK.

That's what I am telling myself anyway in order to justify spending what is almost literally half of my life savings on an impulsive trip to London--again!

I cannot wait.

I've written about this before but I think one of the best feelings in the whole world is being able to return to a place that you thought you were done with. A good place. A place with memories loaded into every sight, smell, sound, touch and taste. Feelings that you never thought you'd be lucky enough to feel again, except in your memories.

That's how I felt returning to Hayward two summers ago.

And that's how I feel about going back to London.

Of course I am already plotting out my trips back to the London Eye, Buckingham, Harrod's, Westminster and all the other typical tourist sights, but more so, I can't wait to see the things I thought I took for granted. My old street, my 'home' tube station, the grocery store under my flat.

My parents weren't exactly thrilled about my investment in exploration but when opportunity arises, I say take it, and figure out the rest later.