I can't believe I've been in London for four whole months! It feels like time has just flown by, and at the same time it feels like I've always lived here and my past life is just a blurry recollection. It's like there's a screen dividing my life into a before-London and since-London phase. I feel like I've changed so much and yet I'm still who I was. I'm always surprised at how easy it's been for me to adjust to a new place, a new country, a new life. The day I came here, the day I first stepped into my room, the day I first stepped into uni, I knew it was going to be great. A part of me was afraid that these first days would be disappointing, things could be worse than I expected, and I knew that my heart would sink but I would still do my best to make the most of it.
But I'm rather glad that instead of sinking, my heart just raced and my mind couldn't stop repeating the word "perfect" over and over. It still hasn't. There have been good days and bad, and last week was a bit crappy overall, but through all of the experiences and goof ups I've only been thankful for how much I've learned and received. The people whose paths have crossed mine, even if briefly, have all inspired me and changed me in ways that I probably haven't even realised.I've always wanted this and and I'm so, so lucky to be finally living it.