Last rites in London

Today was one filled with good-byes:

  • to my peers, lingering and uncertain, but appreciative nonetheless,
  • to my friends, with promises to reunite next semester,
  • to the faculty and staff, eyes pricked with gratitude.
  • and to the city I fell in love with three and a half months ago, and even long before then.

After grabbing the last of my graded papers, I headed down to Foyles near Tottenham Court Road station.

I didn’t stay long (I was in and out to buy a gift) but I marveled at it: a bright, pulsing wealth of books whose perusers were imbued with the same sort of giddiness and passion I see from Barnes + Noble devotees.

Beyond that, it also simply looked nice for Christmas.



In the same way that Barnes + Noble does back home, Foyles impressed me. Its grand displays of nerdiness (including a thriving graphic novel aisle) and its vast music section felt like home.



I mean, anywhere with its own shelves full of Shakespeare is a safe space to me.

Peep the Bard creeping on the left!


The day ended up being filled with other errands, including packing.

The indulgence of my two main vices, books and clothes, demanded that I buy another piece of rolling luggage. And so the days of quaintly wrangling my life into a suitcase seem long behind me.

But, as you know: all is well that ends well.

By Caroline Colvin

Black retro-obsessed non-binary baddie ♡ pleasure & wellness advocate ♡ aesthetic archivist ♡

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