London

Today I wander alone through the streets of London. Though I have done this many times before, today is special. Tonight is my last night in London. This city that has captured my dreams, my heart and my mind.

Endsleigh Place - Passfield Hall

Peering through the thoughts of another, I discover the reason why I shall miss this city so. There is a reason why this parting is like no other. This city, which perhaps I now have some claim to call, my city, has had a drastic impact on our lives.

Drury Lane

Living together, struggling together, playing together, I have, and perhaps its safe to say, we have, been through a certain metamorphosis. This might sound dramatic but I believe all who return this year, return changed and molded by their time in London.

Crossroads at Holborn Tube - One of busiests junctions in London

We here in London have no home but our halls, no family but this community we have built. It is an experience that set us apart from those back home, not in any way making us superior but yes has given us something special.

SOAS - Route from Holborn/ School to Passfield

Yet I thought it prudent, that in response to those thoughts, I would like to say that while at each turning point in our lives we lose familiarity and some part of ourselves, the memories remain forever with us and these continue to shape us throughout life in a way God intended for us. Indeed I believe these breaks in continuity are important milestones in life that mark that passing on from one phase of life to another; where we learn more about ourselves and move on another phase where we can progress further. For while order gives stability and structure to lives, true life is flux and chaos, change and metamorphosis. Hence while we grief for the passing of one phase, we should also celebrate the coming of the next.

Euston Road - The Route to Regent's Park where I had several runs

This post I dedicate to my last 9 months in London and the coming 2 years of joy and laughter (and must never forget ... hardwork!)