Arriving here physically in the UK made me realise how much I'd actually been living in my head for god knows how long of my (in years -not very long yet) life.
The total duration of the flights (and transits) took more than 30 hours, and that meddled up my body clock -and stomach too, apparently, coz it growls in the middle of the night. Just before the plane landed in London Heathrow, I looked down at the cottage-like houses, and could hardly believe that it was London. London. I couldn't believe that it took so long for me to come back (the last time I was here -and also the first time- I was one).
This place, the whole place, feels like home. I cannot imagine living anywhere else in this world. I feel so comfortable here, like I belong.
I know that this may sound really weird to anyone who's reading this, and really, I don't expect that anyone else understands. But it's me, and it's what I feel. So I'll let the truth out to be loud, and be who I really am. You really should too, before you're reduced to nothing but fragments of other people.
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