I'm lying near two American boys with biceps in Russel Square, under sunny skies, enjoying the warmth, and the shade of the trees, spread out on my blanket, head propped up on a pillow. Silly to say, but this is one of the first days of complete relaxation I've had. I know I said I probably wasn't going to write today, but journalising fits in well with my mood right now.

Tonight, I'm going to a concert at the Royal Albert Hall, part of the annual multi-month festival of classical music known as the Proms. I've another concert tomorrow night, and during the daytime, my parents and sisters are coming up to London so we can all spend the day together. And I'm going to leave my camera in my closet for the whole lot of it. So I'm going to throw in a few earlier photos that I didn't have space for.

I've touched quite frequently, during this travel journal, on some of my reasons for coming here for so long. And now, after almost eight weeks away from my home in San Francisco, I have a whole lot of thoughts and ideas to digest. I know one thing; I'm not very close to figuring out what happens next in my life. Only today, as I walked through the leafy Bloomsbury streets, I realized that I felt that it was a little unfair of life that I had to give up London for another year. Yet I don't know that I'd want to let go of San Francisco either. So I guess what I'm saying is that I have an embarrassement of riches, and choices, and that plenitude makes it hard, if not impossible, to select just what is going to lead to lasting happiness and contentment, if indeed, that state is even possible.

Those words probably sound like those of a spoiled brat. I have all that choice, and so much comfort and luck in my life, and I'm still complaining! Sorry if that gets someone's back up, but that's the way it is. I know that most people in the World don't have the luxury of choice. But that knowledge doesn't make it any easier for me to make my choices.

The kinds of choices I'm talking about are not just those of deciding where to live (an issue I've been humming and hawing over for at least five years now), or of deciding if my present occupation is the right one for me. That's part of it: but right now, I'm not sure that any city or job would provide the more fundamental answers on "how to live right". I'm talking about issues such as giving back, building a family of friends, experiencing a permanent, rich culture in a very broad sense. And it's all interconnected of course: for example, if I chose to return to London, I think that the last two of the goals I listed just now would probably be more readily achievable.