“If Tom had learned anything… it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence… Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.”—500 Days of Summer
I tend not to write very much on here for whatever reason. Well, actually for two reasons. I think I’m a bad writer and I really don’t think people care about my fairly average life. Plus, out of all my followers, I’m only friends with about five or six. Meaning that out of those five or six about three of them might read this and care about it. But here I am anyways, let’s do it.
I’m currently living in London. I’ve been here for a little more than a month now. I’m not entirely sure what my expectations were before I came here. I’d been here before when I was 16 and I loved it even though I generally don’t like big cities. I seriously can’t stand NYC. I would not be at all upset if I never went back there. Something about London is different though. It is, obviously, a huge city but it feels small at the same time. There are so many little alleyways to get lost in and places you can go that just make it all seem smaller and more intimate. I’m in love.
So far, everything has exceeded my expectations tenfold. The culture, the food (yes, I like the food), getting lost on purpose, wandering for hours to find one small place, the sounds of the street from my bed, my classes, not having to look at the tube map anymore, wandering around markets, everything is perfect. The relationships I’ve made have amazed me also. The friends I have here make me laugh more than I’ve ever laughed before. I actually feel like I can be myself, which is something not many people see. I’m truly happy.