I've barely started packing even though I'm leaving in less than a week. Meh. I can pack with my eyes closed.
Or can I?
This past week has been hectic - the fam was visiting from Poland and we did lots of touristy things together. Sort of a nice way to end the LDN chapter. I'm mildly exhausted from speaking Polish for a week (my grammatically f-ed version of it, anyway) and have been avoiding my emotions about leaving by not being at home, shopping too much, baking, and looking up Middle East journals online.
I've always found more cultural diversity, more mixed families, and a more accepting attitude towards homosexuality in London (and Europe in general) than the US. Being a mixed couple has never been a big deal. But the other day P and I were on the bus from Vauxhall, sitting behind a group of black teenagers. They were visibly agitated when they saw us holding hands, and were staring at us the whole ride. Finally one of the guys said - extremely loudly, presumably so that we could also hear him - "Why can't people stick to their own kind? Why you gotta go mix up shit and have mixed kids and shit? That shit is fucked up!"
It made me sad.
But I don't care, and here's to mixing shit up. I mix shit up. Shit, I mix it up. Man, I could write a rap song about this!
