It’s coming up to a year since I moved to Britain!
Goodness gracious how the time has flown! I suppose it’s natural that I’ve been very reflective and inward-looking over the past few days (though that could have something to do with reading The Fault in Our Stars in one sitting). After spending the last year doing amazing, crazy, fantastic things and sleeping on benches, and doing things I never ever imagined I’d be doing I find I have no regrets. None! Somehow my self doubt and crippling self-hate have faded away and have given way to a wonderful happiness that pervades every part of me until I can’t do anything but have a good time, no matter what terrible calamities await me. The shit I have gone through with a smile still amazes amazes me. And it’s only been a year! Imagine what the rest of my life will bring!
TL;DR: England has been fucking amazing and I love all you people that I’ve met and have become my friends. I have been the luckiest person on the planet and that’s in no small part thanks to you all. So thanks guys. Love you muchly.
