Oka...

Okay, so two years ago today I left London, and I have yet to go back. Not that it's surprising seeing as I'm a broke college drop out who's continually talking about going back but never making an effort to do so, but all the same. That's my thought for today. It's now been two years, and ever since I went to London I've been wanting to go back to live. I swore when I left London that I would come home, move to LA, finish college, and then when I hit 24 I would apply to work at Pax Lodge and go back. Now here I am halfway between 23 and 24 and I am no closer to finishing college than I was when I left London. And now it seems like it would be detrimental to just pick up, go work at Pax Lodge, and put off school even longer.I still want to go though. Live in London. I know for a fact that it's where I'm going next. I guess you can say that my friends have really reinspired my faith in that recently. I've heard from more than one person recently how much it amazes them how I make things happen for myself - at least things that I really want. I said that I was going to move to LA and I did it. And it WORKED for me. I think before I did it that was always my biggest doubt. Will I go to LA and find myself miserably living out my existence until I finally escape? But it didn't happen at all. I adjusted. I like it. And overall, I'm happier here than I was in LA. I miss my two best friends in the world dearly. My visit to them last weekend has just further proven that to me. But I'm happy with where I'm at for ME.Before I even made it here, I knew that London was going to be next, and yeah, sometimes I have doubts. It's a long way to move, and it'll be expensive and scary and new. But I want to try it and I want to do it and I WILL do it. I'm now for the first time actually toying with studying abroad. Trying to do an exchange program in London or Oxford or somewhere similar. Being able to pull it off financially is my biggest fear, but dammit, I'm going to do it.