The Fray never fail to force introspection.
I was asked again today what my favorite part of being in London was.
Honestly, I think that my answer to the question changes every time I am asked. Sometimes I say, “The people, hands-down.” Other times I offer, “the culture” or “the food” or “living in a city.”
Most often, though, I simply say it’s impossible to tell, the whole experience was just too relevant, too present all of the time.
Driving home from Duluth, I was thinking about what London meant to me, and I tried to sum it up in as few words as I could. Turns out, that’s just not easy to do. So I started thinking, deeply, reflectively, about what my answer to that inevitable question really is.
I came up with this:
The most spectacular thing about being abroad was learning to love myself.
I’m resisting the urge to qualify my selfishness here in typing that. But, it’s the truth. Learning to love the inner you, the being you can never escape, is a lesson in patience, health, honesty, and—predictably—love.
I haven’t quite managed to perfect the message here, but I’m trying. Like most things in life, this is a process, a challenge. Luckily, it’s one worth rising to.
Tonight, love yourself, because you’re adored, embraced, and loved by one lonely blogger in Northern, MN:
That’s enough for now, I would never have left you broken,
I would have held you: things your father never told you.