I Was Born in a Museum

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the sequel to youngwilliaminoz. This is Young William Grows Old, ironic because I have quit my job and returned to school. Sounds like a reverse way of thinking. I remember a time when I quit a previous job, moved away from Texas only to read the headline in the paper that same day “If You Want a Job, Move to Texas.” I like to work backwards, which makes me wonder where I started.

I am now in London for studies at London Business School. It’s not the London School of Business and it is also not the London School of Economics which most people get excited about. In the meantime I plan on sharing a few observations here and there. I hope you enjoy them!

London…where to begin. All of this beautiful weather! It’s the only time I think that I’ll be able to say those words without sarcasm. We all know this city though; it’s fabulous. My initial thoughts as I started walking around the streets were that texting and biking is a real problem. I understand the exercise and lack of a car is very healthy for you and your environment, but these phones are going to end up killing us all.

I also saw a biker wearing a respirator. It makes total sense because it is quite filthy with all of these double decker buses coughing up black into your nose. But then the biker sneezed into his respirator. I don’t even want to think about that. Gross.

In my first weeks here I took a trip to Berlin. It was a lovely city. It is such a progressive place, casual, and the food, oh the food. It’s so strange to me that the entire city is streets lined with five story buildings. And it’s all new, eerily new. A few of the Nazi-era buildings that still exist are so intimidating, huge, and beautiful really. It’s also worth noting that the Holocaust Memorial there is the best memorial of anyone or thing I’ve ever seen. I could have written an essay about it in the first twenty minutes I was there.

Z Germans.

Gotta love the old crane photo bombing the skyline.

So I’m back in London now. It’s time to get Royal baby. It’s time to get Royal, baby.

There is so much PDA in this town (public displays of affection). I’m never quite sure what to think when you’re waiting in line to buy groceries and you have to politely ask two make-outers to kindly move along to check out. By all means, love each other all you want. Do it in the park, the street, or the tube. Just don’t make me have to interrupt your passion…I’ll feel guilty.

All in all a move to London has been seamless. Our class of students has done well to gather in large crowds and socialize. Without too much pessimism, I am curious to see how things will change when classes start to require effort, when the rain starts to fall, and when people start to realize that there are some people they just don’t like. I’ve had a blast so far though. Even yesterday I dressed up as a cactus.

On a personal note, I’d like to announce that Penny has not arrived yet, but she has officially been accepted into the Kingdom, visa approved, and will be arriving on 1 October. Starting then my family will have to search for her on other news outlets. More specifically Glenda, you will not be able to watch any more of her crocodile stories from the Northern Territory.

A final note. The first thought I ever had about potentially living in London one day is by listening to The Kinks. I’ve loved them even more since I arrived. They remind me of the valuable things to keep in mind.

“I was born in a museum, so I’m ok.”

Also Bob Dylan is coming in December. That’s for Michael.