Feeling nostalgic and restless after a short trip to my old home. I think the heady mix of a romantic wedding and catching up to speed with all the life altering changes in each friend’s life makes me realize how much can shift in a blinking second. My constant need to take on far too much at once, as well as an omnipresent desire for extreme laziness usually collides into a fear of missing something. Whether it’s rest or work, travel or play, I find myself inexplicably craving more. London has the ability to kick start my creative instincts and push my need for time alone. I love nothing more than browsing the streets with cool air brushing across my face. Staring at everything and nothing. Daydreaming about what will come next. The lingering feeling of dissatisfaction pushes head first into my idle ways, forcing me to plan more and and experience more each day.
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