"For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own..."

As I've said in the past, there's a level of comfort that comes from being in London that it feels like home. This feeling only becomes more concrete the more I visit. It's also wild that I'm able to say "the more I visit". At the time I'm writing this, there's a lot at stake in my personal life. Things are not going well and there's a lot to figure out how to move forward from here. But as I look at the amount of places I've been able to travel, I'm amazed. The amount of places I've been able to see and experience that I both dreamed of...and never thought to dream of....

I remember the first time I ever went to London, I was devastated out of the 3 weeks I was there that I lost one of those weeks to being sick. I truly believed I would probably never go to Europe again, let alone being able to go to London multiple times.

I'm someone where a lot of my dreams have clipped wings. I roughly work off of logic, even though I'm pretty emotional. I stopped working in television and film and don't see myself being able to go back because I need health insurance. I stopped going out on adventures that made me excited with friends because I was afraid of getting sick. In London, all my dreams feel possible. I don't care what anyone else thinks about my life. My troubles seem to fall away and I feel a new level of happiness in this city.