It's almost 4 and my flight is in 8 hours or so. I don't really know what to feel. Excited, yes but sad. It does feel very bittersweet. I don't remember last year being this hard. Maybe last year felt more of an adventure when London felt like a mystery to me. Now, London feels like a home. It's saying goodbye to one home and saying hello to another. & I still wanna say something, but I don't know if I will.
When was saying goodbye so hard?
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