Familiar faces...

It was often that I would run into someone I new in Springfield, Branson, or even Kansas city but not so much here in London. I probably know a total of 20 people here and that is including Alex, family, a handful of friends and people I work with. Though I barely know anyone, I often see people I know. Ok, not literally, but it is an average of at least once a day or more that I see a bit of someone I know in someone else. It might be a smile, or look, maybe a bit of someone's style or their mannerisms. There are also the people that look like people I know, or that may be mistaken for them. The ones that really get me are ones that I have lost a bit of connection with, people that might not know I am living here and I might not know of their whereabouts. For a moment in time I get a slight glimmer of hope in a familiar face. Maybe it is some long lost friend... only to be disappointed upon doing a double take and realizing that it is not. Though it is not a lost friend or acquaintance these people still do bring me comfort, they are somehow a bit more welcoming, make the journey on the tube past loads of random people whom don't give you the time of day or could care less about your life. Though I am sure these people don't notice me or care about me in the slightest, I appreciate them. I appreciate them for reminding me of old friends and bringing a bit of familiarity to an otherwise unfamiliar world.