“Hmmm, ” she said,” let me see… if I take maybe another five years…say 32. Maybe if I finish my degree at 30 then I’ll surprise myself, but otherwise I will probably finish at 32.”
” Oh but I have a bigger overall plan, I just make little 3 month plans to get there. Sometimes plans change, that’s the best part.”
“Paris is alright for a bit, New York is ok but I love London. Though I’m not sure if I want to settle here. I don’t know where I’ll end up.”
She was right and three months sounded doable. Not as depressing as living day-to-day, not as daunting as a five-year plan. After we said goodbye at Leicester Square station, a busker provided the song to the credits rolling:
How can you tell me you’re lonely,
and say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.
Everything was going to be ok. Obviously.