Finally, finally, FINALLY I felt like I was in London.
My absolute favourite part of London, bar none.
Also, the sense of awe that I felt while standing in the poet's corner of Westminster Abbey cannot be properly put into words; at the same time, it made me wonder just what the hell I'm doing with my life.
I've been too busy sightseeing with my parents to do much of anything else. My room is still in a mess, my things are all over the place (literally), I have no idea what's happening in school next week, and I would love to write more, but I'm too damn tired to properly process my thoughts.
Lastly, whenever I feel sad about being here (yes, it's possible), the mere thought that I officially live in the same city as Julian Barnes is enough to cheer me up.