Goodbye London

It's early. I barely slept last night, even though exhausted. I've flown before, so it can't be jitters. Excitement possibly of going back?

I said goodbye to London, my dear friend, properly with a pint of beer and an English meal. I walked through all the circles in central London and said goodbye to all the theaters.

Then when I thought I was done, I have a last minute interview at 9:30 p.m. I had to go. I couldn't say no. It was too huge.

Met another person. Made another contact. Said goodbye to London one last time. Put a dozen postcards in the mailbox.

Now, I finish packing and heading to the airport.

When will I be back again?