I am only staying in London for 4-5 days this time, so I am trying make the most of it and my schedule turns out to be really packed while I also have to catch up on work.
Yesterday, I met with one of my master’s classmates who is a local. He is one of them in the class that I find easier to chat with, maybe because of the culture and language.
Then earlier today, I met with a friend who stays in London, she's my “only” / closer friend two years ago when I studied here, the one who used to go to church with me.
Similar to Jojo, she likes taking pictures of me too. This is one of them when she laughed that I am like a Kong girl because I was taking pictures of my coffee with those interesting plants under the sunlight.
And tonight, I went out to my cousin’s place in outskirt London to have a mid autumn dinner with them and their friends. I am always so amazed and impressed by how they manage to cook up a feast here, and they are all so delicious. My cousin is so glad that I came because he really likes being with family. And I am just glad that my presence means something to him even it’s quite a bit of travelling and socialising for me.
Before all these activities, I actually had a really long cry in the morning when I woke up. It’s just part of my depression, I guess. The crying made me feel “better” actually because I get to process at least some of the emotions inside me, compared to being a robot for the rest of the day who tries to avoid all of my feelings that I am carrying inside.
I feel London will always be one of my “homes” even though I didn’t live here for long and there was a lot to cope for me because of my mental illness. But this will always be the special place where I came broken but encountered God again and began a healing journey that I had needed since long time ago.
And in the midst of that, these short, simple ordinary moments of being with people just become especially precious, because sometimes, even stepping out of bed and going out to the world is not an easy choice to make for me.
This song captures my grateful heart as I look back at all the help I’ve got from God along the way, and myself for choosing to trust and not give up.
Miss you, Andy. Hope you’re doing okay too on the other side of the world. ❤️🩹
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