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gnommiI'm not sure how I feel about London. On the one hand I hate living here with a fiery passion: I can't sleep for more than four hours a night, I have no personal space, feel crushingly lonely and isolated no matter how much I get out and am constantly grubby with my nose bunged full of God Only Knows What.
But creeping in is this sense that I don't want to be out of it. Whatever IT is? That I can't be back in the backwoods or I'd be missing out on being a part of something bigger, more complex, more alive somehow. I feel like I'm falling in love with the Wrong Person. Is this a one-way trip? Should I get back out whilst I still can, or embrace the change?
But creeping in is this sense that I don't want to be out of it. Whatever IT is? That I can't be back in the backwoods or I'd be missing out on being a part of something bigger, more complex, more alive somehow. I feel like I'm falling in love with the Wrong Person. Is this a one-way trip? Should I get back out whilst I still can, or embrace the change?
