A Year Ago (One Last Reminiscence)

It’s been a year. Actually it’s been a year and two days, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to actually write about this before right now. So it’s been a year and two days since I landed in London. A year and two days since I spent five hours freezing my ass off in Paddington station wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. A year and two days since my life began to change quite dramatically.
A year ago and two days I didn’t know just how dramatically my life would be changing. I thought London would reaffirm everything I already believed not change it. I thought I would come back from London craving to go back immediately and never leave again. I thought it would make becoming a DJ so much easier. I never thought it would change my career goals or my understanding of how much my family means to me. London changed everything, but not in the way I thought it would. Which is probably for the best.
I do miss London. I miss being able to go to the theatre easily, I miss the Comedy Store, I miss the Tube, and I miss living in a city. No, I don’t miss the people I was forced to live with, but as the immediacy of those memories recede, the good things, the things I loved about London remain. But because of London I know myself better than I did a year ago, so I know that while I love London. Living there would be unbearably hard. I couldn’t go it alone like I did last year, I would absolutely need to have someone with me.
So it’s been a year and two days. It doesn’t seem like that long ago, but time doesn’t lie (mostly.) I do know this – it’s been a hell of a year.

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