Anyway, the most important thing I'd like to say is that on July 17th I finally reached home for the very fisrt time.
London.
I realised it actually is my home. I was amazed by how much different London is from the other cities I saw. It's an entirely diffent yet wonderful world.
Everybody seemed to belong to a world a part from the rest. It is curious that I use this image since UK is actually separated rom the continent x°D
Clean. Welcoming. Tidy. Hectic. Fresh. Always new. Different.
Home.
I'm longing for the day when I'll graduate and grab a one way ticket for home.
For now, it seems that only the UK capital city will hear me saying
"home , sweet home".
I should definetly buy one of those plates u.u
It's the only city I felt like mine.
I cried when I realised I had to leave, that I had to go back "home". A home so called only because my parents are here. But what can a blood relation do against the call of home?
I'll fly away from here.
I swear I'll do it.
