The reality may be that I am no longer living in London, but my journey still does not feel complete. I'm guessing it is because I am not yet dead; my journey ends when I die I suppose. It is true, a plane landed in Washington ushering me back into the life of an American on home soil. I realized quickly though that I would never be the same as I had been just five months earlier. Yes, life has quickly gotten back into the routine of before I left, but of course some things have changed, but with them so have I. I think about London a little bit everyday, but I do not let myself miss it so much that I fail to enjoy my time here at home surronded by the people who know me best. I am getting excited about moving to Pittsburgh this fall and experiencing life in an American city. My plans are to return to London someday though and set myself up for a bit. Who knows where my life will take me though. I never thought it possible that I would have spent even those four or five months in London. The experience taught me something terribly corny...that dreams really are possible. There is a reason that these crazy desires are placed inside of us and it is not to torture us by having them never happen. Life really is way to short to do the things that you really aren't happy at doing. Yes, it is possible to be happy where ever you are at, but why settle when you don't have to?
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