notes of my trip to england (part one:london)

What a bleak, foggy scenery.
Me on coach; comfy black leather cushioned seats.
On my way to London city!
Flight went well, smooth take off & landing, no pressure on ears surprisingly and no headache, nausea, not even drowsiness. Has never been this "enjoyable" before. Just tired, of course.
4 hours of sleep at the most, I'd guess. In Göteburg. Night wrapped in white sheets, body on hard mattress, stuffy air because heater on at highest temperature all day, narrow room with one bed in each corner, that petite basement floor all to ourselves.
Curious to visit that city again. Seemed friendly and somewhat familiar after a short while.
Or does every place feel that way when in good company?
Couldn't ask for a better one!
He is always there, even without his physical presence..
I feel strong alone. I am always capable of more than I believe before-hand.
Always. When it comes down to it, I'm a chameleon. I can change styles and adjust quickly to my surroundings. In fact, when I'm in a foreign country and on my own (loss of control) I even feel safer in a way, more aware. I lose sense of identity and therefor fears.
I shall expose myself to the unknown as often as I can, forced if needed.
I shall learn to relax, breathe in, out. Live and not so much plan to do so.
Plans ruin everything that could boil down to magic.