One year: a letter to London
Yesterday marked a year since I packed my bags and hopped on a plane back to the states, and I've got to say...I didn't think I'd still be thinking about you every day. Living in a tiny shared dorm/flat, dealing with noise, and having little to no personal space in tube carriages were things I thought I would easily get over as soon as I got home, but I couldn't be more wrong. I love where I'm from, but I wish I were with you.
Now that I've graduated I'm trying to find a way to get back, and maybe someday I will. I'm crossing my fingers, will you?
Have fun for me! Until I see you again,