Where to begin? Even though our flight to London was delayed, we still made pretty good time getting here. So much so, that we walked almost 12 miles today (yes, I counted. Or rather, my phone did.) I’m pretty fucking beat. Yet, I’m too wired to go to bed. I plan on getting up at 5:00 am (it’s 11:00 pm now), have breakfast at 7:30 and hopefully be out the door shortly after.
I took down a couple reminder notes throughout the day, but right now, I’m having trouble thinking about that stuff. About the problems and frustrations Ernie was having, getting us Oyster cards for the Underground. Or the feelings and irritations over my navigation skills (or lack thereof) in trying to find a particular restaurant. I’m in a different country that’s going through random places of renovations, making it even harder. (I have this problem at home too. Why would that be different here?) Or seeing Buckingham Palace up close. Or about, for once in my life, not feeling homesick. The very beginning of the walking we will be putting ourselves through over the next 7 days in 2 different cities. Trying to take pictures without looking like a tourist but you’re damn well still going to stick out like a sore thumb anyway, or however that saying goes. These are just some of the things running through my head simultaneously now.
We had a great first day in London. Aside from some bad emotional moments, it was good. Life was good.
Now is where we come to why I’m not writing about my day here in great detail. It has to do with my former future nephew-in-law (got that one? Give it a minute to sink in.), whom I just unfriended and blocked (finally) on Facebook. I’m not chronicling my vacation on FB in real time for safety reasons, but I’m still going to check my phone for notifications. I’m half off the grid. So, I go to check it tonight and I have 6 of them. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember what the first one was, but I think it had something to do with our girls. The other 5 were from him, liking months-to-years old posts that I was tagged in. (There is a whole saga behind this that I’m not even getting into. Boo and hiss all you want, I’m keeping it lean.) I don’t know or understand how my niece is enduring all of this , because it’s straight up pissing me off now. I felt bad for him, concerned for his well-being. I mean, I still don’t want anything happening to him, but fucking let it go already. You’re stalking now. And harassing my family. I don’t want to hear the sob stories anymore. It’s enough! You’re 28 years old. Wake up and do something with yourself instead of becoming “that” guy.
I was on the phone with my mom about this a little while ago and she yelled at me. It was well-intentioned because she doesn’t want this to ruin my grand vacation. But, for the love of God, it’s 11:45 pm here, I’m drinking coffee and writing about the little fucktard, instead of my experiences today. There. I said it. Ernie wouldn’t be happy with me but I can’t keep biting my tongue. I wanted to message this boy earlier, but I got scolded, if you will, so I didn’t do it. However, this is my journal (well, now it’s my blog) and I don’t give a shit. Christ, look at how much room its taken up already!
What I need to do is just take my meds and go to bed. But, for one, I told myself I would write about my day before doing so and two, I’m just furious. I guess I just needed to get it out.
Anyway, my ultimate goal when I get back is to tell my vacation story through a photo book. Now, I got random thoughts going through my head and it’s making me sad and a wee bit homesick. So much for what I said earlier in the post. I hate that feeling, the homesickness part. It ruins my vacation a little. but apparently not as much as this kid is doing right now. And I’m letting him. I’m already worried enough about my family, whether I’m there or here. I feel spent now. I think I’m going to run outside real quick and finally go to bed. New day, new beginnings (and possibly couture shopping too!). I’m out. **drops mic**