Stratford felt like Fayetteville if it had a canal, swans, cottages, and a more impressive botanical scene. Shakespeare’s historical dwellings were amazing to see, even if I am not his biggest fan I could appreciate the man who pioneered plenty of the literature and theatre we see today. Becoming more familiar with his history and works has expanded my understanding of practicality and the importance of application in society. In Stratford, I really appreciated the dining and market scenes. There was plenty to do while there was definitely a calmer atmosphere. I didn’t feel comfortable jogging in any part of London but I think I would have felt alright running in Stratford. It’s hard to be super worried when the population demographics seemed to consist of older generations living in cottages and small townhouses by Trinity Church.
Stratford was a nice transitional break for going home as it is far less busy and sketchy. Living for a month in a glorious melting pot of cultures, art, history, and people has been extraordinary and fulfilling. Especially as a member of the LGBTQ+ community, I felt very seen. I know it’s pride month, but it just felt like a more accepting place and it felt like I could belong at any time of the year. London was just full of an electric queer and artistic energy that felt like home. I have never seen so much theatre in my life, 20 shows. I found a part of myself that I thought was gone from not accessing it for so long, but part of me will always be an artist and a performer and it was nice to realize that. Here is the final ranks and results:
I have never been more alive feeling the cold wind whip through my hair on bridges crossing the Thames and seeing streets garnished with architecture by Christopher Wrenn. I am destined to return for long spouts of time. I loved the bustle and bohemian living in Camden Town and will certainly miss it. I return home very soon, but a piece of my heart will be left in London.
However, I am ready to see my family. This adventure has changed my life and opened the world in a devastatingly beautiful way. Because now as an international traveler, I feel more confident, brave, and ready to see more. I have loved every good and bad thing that has happened to me on this journey. I feel more aware as a person. I feel capable of protecting myself and navigating obstacles. I’ve learned several lessons about responsibility and competency. I now know how to not be a stupid tourist (at least not look like one). I feel I know myself better and I know I can trust myself.
I would also like to thank everyone who made this trip possible for me. Shawn, Susan, Tim, and Courtney are wonderful teachers, guardians, mentors, and friends. Constantly guiding, planning, and adapting the trip. They did a wonderful job of looking out for such a large group of ducklings. My parents provided much-needed financial and emotional support and guidance. My friends Chris, Chloe, and Ezzy. My grandparents! Thanks for meeting me all the way in Paris for one finally pit stop abroad. My Aunt Terri for her legendary Snapchats. My best friend Leah mf Ozersrky who face timed and kept me in the loop with the Rugby team shenanigans. The love of my life, Jay, being apart from you this long has only confirmed this title and cemented the fact that there is no living without you. All the pubs, but especially The Kings Arms, The White Stallion, The Black Dog, and The Marquis. My dear Tesco, you’re a real one for all the meal deals. The security guard at the Russell Square Underground station, you could have possibly saved my life. The driver on the first day almost hit me but didn’t, which is what really counts. Finally, my fellow travelers, we had a fantastic group of people and were fun to be around.
So, So Long London. I’ll be back soon, you’re only 4,000 miles away.
Theatre in London U of A 