Existential Bucket List

The plan for the trip, as written in my journal on the plane (and brought to you live and unedited from the fevered mind of a transatlantic traveler):

To learn
To play
To step the fuck back
To dive in somewhere else
To try my new wings
To learn how others love
To see how others fail
To sing in Italian, French, Dutch, Danish, and maybe Swedish
To keep expanding the vessel, so more bliss can pour in
To drop the extra weight
To make room for new thoughts and shoes
To remember, every second, what a gift it is to be alive
To not sit in a cubicle
To find my voice
To eat
To eat slowly
To taste
To savor

more upcoming on London, including a rousing round of rounders in the rain, and maybe some pictures too.