disclaimer: this entry is long. it is recommended that you just skim. sorry. i'll try to keep them shorter.
It's crazy to think that it's already been a month since I've been here. I feel as if I've been here longer, but shocked to realize that it's already been a month. It's an odd feeling.
It's been a good balance of hanging out with the girls and finding time to escape to an art museum and recharge. It's fun to keep discovering all the neat things we have in common. Evelyn, Ming and I all like small things. Evelyn almost bought the small version of "Elle" magazine because it was small and cute. Ming spent hours at a miniature museum. We also all like The Beatles. Nancy and I are both passionate about world issues and adore Christiane Amanpour (my favorite journalist ever). Ming and I are both old souls. The list goes on and on.
BRIGHTON
We (Nancy, Ming, Lindsay - Ming's friend) went to Brighton this past weekend. It was a great relaxing break from our relaxing time in London. It was actually ridiculous to think of taking a vacation, but we did anyway because it's a nice change in scenery. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there because the beach is my happy place. It was weird to see rocks instead of sand, but this made the waves sound even fuller and more powerful. The waves in California sound refreshing to me, but the waves in Brighton seemed to create an echo (I recorded a little video on my camera so I could listen to it when I get sad). The last night we were there, Ming and I took a walk along the coast and it was beautiful. It was simply nice to walk, not have to talk and enjoy the beach. I soaked in the scene: I liked the ambiguity of the line of separation between the smooth dark black/blue water and the overwhelming blanket sky of darkness. Something about the beach takes me to another dimension of life.
The last day the sun was out and I could actually feel its warmth. There's something so comforting about feeling the sun's warmth; it felt familar and nice. I sat at a bench and observed a cute family of four: father, mother, son, daughter. The father, mother and son were kicking around a little blue ball and seemed to be having so much fun. It makes me smile now when I envision them right now.
Then we saw a mother on the pier with a stroller who lost her little boy. She frantically paced up and down the pier yelling, "Collin, Collin!" She hurriedly knocked on the information/security booth door. Two security men walked out and scanned the pier as they walked towards the end. After a couple of minutes which seemed more like 2 hours (it must have been an eternity for the mother), a security man told her that her boy had been found. She quickly took long strides back to the booth and embraced her son. I think she had been crying... the little boy patted his mom's back as she she held him tightly. She set him up in the back of the stroller and strolled her two kids towards the end of the pier, an amusement park ... I think the little baby in the stroller was oblivious to all that had happened.
Then I wondered, what does one do after losing a child, losing one's mind? Go play? I suppose so.
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