Au revoir Jubilee Gardens
Some cities have a sweet spot where I tend to return. It’s like a magnet and I don’t know why.
12 years ago I walked alone along the Thames riverfront in London. This was one year before the London Eye wheel was built. I came to the Jubilee Gardens and sat down on a bench.
Nine years ago I returned, sat down alone on the same bench and read a book in the sunset.
Six years ago I passed the garden once again, but this time I had the company of a beautiful girl so there was no time to park on silly benches.
Recently I revisited Jubilee Gardens for a conference nearby. I walked past that particular bench and was reminded of how much had changed during all these years. Friends, relationships, attitudes, locations. But here I was again, back in town for a web thing – just like last time. Added a few wrinkles and a few pounds, but I was still me.
That was a comfort in a way, yet still an annoyance. After all those things we go through during the years, some things change irrevocably but some tend to stay the same forever. But I noted that Jubilee seemed a lot more touristy these days, with street performers everywhere.
It reminded me of the Sandman episode where a man is made immortal and agree to meet with Morpheus in the same location every hundred years. Surroundings and fashion changed throughout the pages, but the man stayed the same.
Maybe it’s time for me to move on, past Jubilee Gardens and the Ghost of Christmas Past.