Two for one..

Revolving doors

They are magical, captivating and evil. Well, maybe "evil" is too strong of a word but I only say that as I haven’t mastered the art to walk through them. I have a tendency to walk in, and spin round and round, till I’m dizzy. When I manage to get out of the spin cycle, I find myself where I started. It's frustrating to say the least, especially when it is such a simple concept.

While I'm caught in the spin cycle, I see the magic from within, however, spin is all that I do and I am forever yearning to get through. This has led to hesitation and anxiety.

I see yet another revolving door. My stomach is squirming as I know what is about to happen. *gulp*

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London: The waiting room

I sit in this room, watching, laughing, thinking and ultimately floating. Floating is probably a nice way of saying waiting, but no one likes to admit that, or do they? I have really enjoyed the room that I have been in since I arrived in London, but alas, as situations change, so must I.

Time to find the next room…