There comes a time in every trip, every move, every new change that the charm of everything wears off. What used to be the sexy accent of English men is not a slur of words I just don’t understand sometimes. Annunciate…your…words…

There used to be charm and excitement about the bustling streets, but if one more person bumps, slams, pushes past me I’m going to trip them. Also, just because it’s raining… doesn’t mean you need to use the largest umbrella known to man.

I do appreciate the public transportation, I would also appreciate personal space back. It’s like being in a rave but without the hot sweaty people.. oh wait— nope— still has that!