I am in London now visiting my old roommates from my last semester here. Anyways...I'm here for 11 days.
And yesterday...my first day back in London, it was raining out...as usual...and I've just gotten ready to go out and see the city again. As I walk outside, brand new day...full of promise, I slip on the steps outside and fall down the stairs.
Its one of those falls where you fall on your rump and just slide down the steps, one after another.
and now it hurts like hell. I've never fallen and have it hurt this much. =(
It just seems like there have been so many bad things leading up to this trip. Is the universe trying to tell me that it was a mistake to come back?
And yesterday...my first day back in London, it was raining out...as usual...and I've just gotten ready to go out and see the city again. As I walk outside, brand new day...full of promise, I slip on the steps outside and fall down the stairs.
Its one of those falls where you fall on your rump and just slide down the steps, one after another.
and now it hurts like hell. I've never fallen and have it hurt this much. =(
It just seems like there have been so many bad things leading up to this trip. Is the universe trying to tell me that it was a mistake to come back?