Days of My Life

In the process of pursuing something or someone, how do you know when to stop? Per usual, what the heart feels and what the mind reasons most likely conflict. Per usual, what you guess you want to do and what your peers advise you to do most likely contrast. You seek one answer, but you find every way to dispute it, and vice versa, creating a virtually unending cycle of pursuit.  There are always other things and other people, bigger things to do, bigger fish to fry. But how do you know when to move on? Even if aware of all these possibilities, you're just stuck on one. If you haven't been pursuing it, maybe you simply should let it go. If you have been, maybe you should persist. Or maybe you should start and end, respectively. How do you know?! It's times like these--moments when I debate whether to continue pursuing an area of study or to continue pursuing a friendship--that I wish someone could just mandate me to choose. Better yet, tell me what to choose. I suppo

I returned from my five-week Europe trip yesterday at 10:25 p.m. and got home an hour thereafter. But even before that, when I was in Chicago O'Hare International Airport for my connect flight, I began to miss Europe immensely. No longer did I hear the English accent or the Catalan Spanish dialect. That was the immediate moment that I realized I was back in the United States. Don't get me wrong--I was glad to be back where I could pay with bills instead of coins and where most merchandise prices were in the single or low double digits. But it was just strange. Because I had begun to feel that London was home, I felt farther away from home than ever when I was actually en route to Los Angeles, which has been home for my entire life. It's safe to say that I love London like no other city in the world. Barcelona is a close second, but it'll always be London. An essential part of the reason it's so easy for London to feel like home is that everybody there speaks Engli