Big Ben
The worst breakup I have ever had was with a city. No joke. When I realized that I was going to have to leave London, a year earlier than I had anticipated because the British Government changed the stipulation on Foreign students obtaining their work visa after commencement ... (not that leaving at any point would have made me happy) ... well, it quite literally broke my heart!
I can recall sitting on my bed - in the room I was renting - and bawling my eyes out. It was that gut wrenching, can barley catch your breath type of crying. So many tissues bit the dust over the course of the first evening ... and then some. I mean, every time I 'got it under control,' my brain wouldn't let it lie ... something would trigger the waterworks and I'd be bawling again.
I can't explain it ... living in London, it is the only place I've ever been - that wasn't my folks home, where I grew up - that felt like home. Truth. The moment I landed in London I felt like I was home.
Can cities be like people - when you meet someone and just know they belong in your life?!
Not sure why I'm blogging this right now ... nope, that's a total bloody lie, I know why ... but that's all I'm going to say about that for the moment.
I miss London ... !!!
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