it’s been exactly a year that I’ve been in london now! i remember dragging my stuff to my new flat like it was yesterday.

it’s been dramatically crazy and surprisingly eventful and stuporously boring and achingly lonely and excitingly adventurous and wrenchingly heartbreaking and tooth-and-nail hard and unbelievably fun.

if i had known exactly what i was in for, would i have still gotten on (or off) the plane? of course. i wouldn’t trade a second of it.

this is what i wanted, all of it, the whole experience. if i wanted predictable and steady and innocuously pleasant, i could’ve stayed my home and saved myself the rollercoaster ride.

but i’ve always enjoyed rollercoasters. they remind you that you are alive.

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