tomorrow.
I'll be leaving. and I can't wait for it. I love to pack. I already see myself sitting on a red bus driving anywhere/nowhere. I see myself walking along the thames I see myself having the best falafel at pilpil. I see myself being excited about a newly discovered shop. I see myself walking around with an empty coffeecup looking for the next bin. I see myself sitting on a bench, observing the people and thinking of how life would be if I lived here. I see myself almost crying when I have to leave again. I like leaving and I hate leaving. I like to come back and see happy faces of friends and family. I hate to comeback with the knowledge that this trip was too short and will soon be just a distant memory.
tomorrow. london.
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