the worst part about coming back home is having to leave again. more specifically, the feeling of having to leave. I’ll be perfectly fine (I suppose) once I get back to london and have to fend for myself again, but this pre-departure melancholy is just not very enjoyable.

it’s been a good 3 weeks, of course. it’s a pity I spent a fair bit of my first week back almost missing london. now that seems like a long, long time ago.

till June then.

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