You must be somewhere in London,
You must be loving your life in the rain.
You must be somewhere in London,
Walking Abbey Lane.

I tend not to blog much when I'm stressed or upset. Which, unfortunately, is how I've been feeling lately. But I think I may have snapped myself out of it finally.

Here's the thing. I’m in London, now. This city is… it’s hard. And expensive, and disinterested, and overwhelming. And I’ve cried pretty every day lately. But at the same time it’s beautiful and intoxicating and I’m living my dream. I had a great job interview for a position that I desperately want today, and my stepmom's visiting in just under a month.

I’ve not yet visited Abbey Road, but I did spend a week in Liverpool this summer. I’m planning on moving there for at least six months of my two years in the UK, because I’ve never fallen in love with a city like that. It was friendly and clean and full of positive energy. I adored it. But for now, I’m in London - probably till January, then five months in a live-in in the mountains of Wales if I can make that happen.

And then. On my birthday… not only will my daddy be visiting, but. We have tickets to see Eric Clapton. At the Royal Albert Hall. On my birthday.

So I’m broke as fuck, living out of a hostel having trouble finding a job, all my friends here have decided to move out of London, and I’m missing the people back home like crazy, but even with all that… I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

I went for a walk today. There’s nothing quite like an autumn-evening stroll along the Thames.

Put an ocean and a river between everybody else,
Between everything, yourself, and home
Put an ocean and a river
Between everything, yourself, and home