London,
Before I leave you I just want to say I love you for taking me in as your own, but I'd also like to say I hate you for what you've done to my American bank account and my outlook. In the nine days we spent with one another you've taught me so much in relatively so little time. I learned your secrets, and read your history, tasted your awful cuisine, drank your spirits, and roamed your streets. I saw you at your best, as well as at your worst. I asked you questions, and I took it in stride when I received no answer. I stared at you, and you stared back at me. But when we opened our mouths to speak few words came out and so we continued on. I got lost in you; but they say you need to lose yourself, in order to find yourself. Still, I don't know if I've "found myself" quite yet, but you helped me identify the different steps needed to help me do so, which in turn has given me the more incite on myself, the world, and the future.. So I will not fret, for there are plenty more times that await us ahead. I know how you operate now, and I think I know what you like and dislike, and I hope you like me. Though, we never got that that close just know that you still carry a place in my heart and in my mind, and you can count on me coming back to start again from where we left off in moments time. So until we meet again London..
Take care,
Ur friend Brad
(oh god, did i really just write a letter to a city?)
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