You can't swear on the internet after all. At least, no one with class does.
Yep, moving countries is a Big Internationally Themed Challenge Honestly. You have to ship your things, clean up everything, help the other person move into your flat, carry things, put things down, talk to your bank more often than you want to, anticipate the awful flight, and so on. It's a nightmare. I already did this once last year, and doing it again sucks. Plus it's depressing thinking that as soon as I get home, I have to move again (probably) in like four or five months. Argh! It's barely even worth unpacking!
As my time in London draws to a close, I keep thinking I don't have enough time to do all the things I want to do. Go to museums, take a train to Bath or Brighton, see all my friends. I don't have time!! And the weather is rainy and gross. Can't wait to get home, where there will be no pressure to do anything at all, but sit in the sunshine, and BASK. BASK I say.
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