on leaving

London, you’ve given me so many things: a master’s degree, some stamps in my passport, the ability to talk about the weather for much longer than is socially acceptable, a strange, fake accent when I’m drunk. More than that, though, you’ve given me a group of amazing new friends, some unforgettable moments (and a few that I’m desperate to forget), and a hell of a lot of confidence in myself. I’ll miss you endlessly, but am ready for the next adventure to begin. See you in eight hours, New York.