Old rituals

[cosmolinguist]

I'm in London for work, but I'm staying with my friend for the weekend. I'm very glad he has lived in the same place for years, because it's been a couple years since I was here.

There I was, swept away by a stampede of other passengers in a tube station and I was like wait...I don't want 'way out', I want...uh, what else is there? red line, that's the one I want right, wait, which one's the red line this is the Central Line, I don't think I want the Central Line...

I do want the Central Line.

The door to my friend's flat looks just like several other doors on either side of it. Determined not to stop one too early like I always do, I stop, squint at the numbers, and think nope, next one again today.

I try the number code that I know for the gate, hoping it hasn't changed. I tell myself I always think that to need to swap the middle two numbers, and I'm overcorrecting, so I won't. I always tell myself this. I get it wrong. I try again and get it right. I always have to do this twice and swap the numbers back too.

Comments

[otter]

Sending gentle hugs if you want them. That feeling of second-guessing oneself can be so disorienting

[jesse_the_k]

Based on my experience, memory is very vulnerable to upsets in the overall bodymind system -- may you recall all the codes next month.

[cosmolinguist]

I wish I got to see my friend every month. :) But most of my trips to London are just one long day -- I leave my house about 6:30am, get back about 10pm.