I just got to London.
On my first day I set out to map the city. I left the hotel, turned right onto Piccadilly, right onto Knightsbridge, left onto Brompton, right onto Cromwell and boom - found the Natural History Museum. Proud to have found the landmark I promptly started my way back to the hotel. From the crossing of Cromwell and the Natural History Museum I headed further west on Cromwell, hit Glouceister Road, turned left, found the underground, picked up the Piccadilly line, took it back to Piccadilly Circus, exited Piccadilly north, turned right at the Virgin Megastore and was left standing there staring at my hotel. “Not bad,” I thought. No mind it took me three hours to accomplish. But I’d figured it out.
The next morning I popped into a cab (didn’t have time to walk three hours), told the driver “ Natural History Museum, Cromwell Road” and promptly got lost. And for the last three days I’ve never found myself.
If you look at a map of London it’s as if you’re looking into a bundle of hair on someone’s head and assigning road names to each little frizzy flyaway. Even the split ends have names and are some of the most common destinations in London, though the number of one-way streets it takes to get there is endless. Not to mention road blocks, construction, and countless street dividers that keep a cab from being able to turn at the proper place.
Some people get lost in translation. Harajuku or Shibuya blow their minds. I’m lost in London town. And afraid I might never get found.
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