i can honestly say i am probably the most carefree and genuinely happy in this bustling city of london. being here for a few days now made me contemplate whether to move back but then i remember last time i lived here and how anxious i was about everything, especially the expenses, and then i’m really glad i don’t have that stress to deal with anymore.
it gives me a lot of energy, showing my sister my favourite places & taking her out and spoiling her. just because i haven’t been able to do so for a long time.
the only sad part is that she will never really feel what i felt in those places because most of the times you must’ve been there to experience it.
have i mentioned how much i missed this city? i know i go on and on about it on my socials, but i am either obsessed or truly infatuated with this place, i wouldn’t know which one it is.
but aren’t we all obsessed with the things that make us happy?
and the epiphanies we gain from them?
london will probably forever be my getaway place.
my happy place.