Surreal Life

I'll never forget that sound. For me it is the sound of freedom, to others it is just the sound of passing time. If you live here long enough it becomes white noise. Sadly this is true for me despite my best efforts, but at least once a day, usually more, I hear the first tones hit the air I stop everything and wait for the low tolling the simply states the hour.

I love London and its crowds of people. I love jumping into a stream of people and literally get lost among them. Having never been around more than the handful of aforementioned individuals it was scary at first, but I love, love. love every moment. I go on The Underground during rush hour just to be smashed into those tiny tubes. My body guards HATE it, I mean pist. It aggravates them not only because they don't share my enthusiasm for hoards of angry commuters, but also because having so many possible kidnappers or assassins to watch over in tight quarters makes their jobs near impossible.

To the unobservant I am just a teenage tourist wandering the city in naive wonder. I passed through the line five times just to see the light sparkle off of the thousands cut surfaces on the Crown Jewels. At St. Peters Cathedral I come so often just to stare out at the skyline that the director’s minions have stopped ushering me from the dome. Once they let me stay up there during high mass. I sat with my back against the curved walls and with my eyes closed I drifted in an ocean of choral voices. That was a great day.

To the very observant they would see that I am never alone at any single moment. Ear pieces being a tip off they have resorted to eye and hand signals. I have more people watching over me than William and Harry. The best part of all of this is my very public appearances, of which I gladly indulge in, are intentional. It's all part of the plan. I'm not sure I like being bait, but at least I get to have fun while I'm at it.

For now I get to be like every one else, sort of, which is all I can remember wanting for so long. But ultimately my life can never be "normal". I should accept that it has not been and never will be normal. The fantasy to be a typical teenager must be forsaken, but for the moment I've gotten really good at pretending. Presently, it's time for high tea at Baker Street with Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson.