28. Ikea, Lamp (2002)

It makes you wonder.

It’s Sunday. I’m on the Stanstead Express. I woke up at 4:10am (Western European Summer Time), got a taxi at 4:30am for a 6:25am flight. Now it’s 8:45 AM (British Summer Time) and I’m making my way away from Stanstead toward Tottenham Hale, where I’ll change for the Victoria Line, go one stop to Blackhorse Road and then walk the hell home.

I wonder whether Jess’ bump has got bigger.

I wonder if the dog has missed me.

I wonder when I’ll next see my family.

I wonder if I’m enjoying this Leon coffee mainly because of the nice cup design.

I wonder what living in Bishop Stortford is like.

I wonder if the Irish people in front of me will have a nice time in Westminster Abbey.

I wonder if the Italian guys behind me in Buffalo Bills number 17 jerseys are just flying out for the game today or if they’re gonna stay a few days.

I wonder if they’re mentally prepared for how much a pint of beer will cost at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium.

I wonder if I’ll even be able to watch that game, or if there’ll be a geoblock on the app.

I wonder if this newsletter thing is me elevating the thing I do for money, or diminishing the thing I do for myself - and I wonder if that even matters.

I wonder if what I’m doing now is the thing, or if I’m still just practicing for something that hasn’t started yet.

I wonder if there’s any good ads I still haven’t posted.

And I wonder why thoughts like these always occur on the way home from a holiday.