It’s quite interesting when you like someone, you start to notice that everything about them seems more attractive when it seems normal to everyone else. Their smile seems so much brighter. The sound of their voice is more soothing. Their goofy laugh sounds much cuter. Every little thing about them just reels you in. It’s like their imperfections don’t seem bad at all. It’s funny how our view of someone depends on how we feel about them.
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I used to use this blog as an outlet and as a way to update friends and family of how I was doing in London.
Once I was back in the States, back in my comfort zone, I found that I had less of a need for this blog. Browsing through my iPhoto events however, brought me back. If I could do London again, I would. I regret not taking enough pictures, not hanging out with my friends enough, not making more friends, not going crazy, not taking advantage of the opportunity and instead being complacent with staying home and working on schoolwork that didn’t even really ‘matter.’
There was a period of time after I came back that I was happy to be home. I thought that America was great and though I loved London, I wouldn’t want to go back and live in Europe. And yet, after I skyped my good friend Dominika today, all the feelings and memories came rushing back. I miss London. I miss the freedom. I miss how it opened up my eyes. I miss the people. Though I don’t think I would have had the best time at Uni (because I definitely did not get along with as many people as I wanted to and tended to isolate myself), I miss it. I miss my autonomy. I miss my strength. I miss my confidence. I miss London. I miss it I miss it I miss it.
Hopefully I’ll be able to update this blog with old memories…..but it kind of hurts to look at them.