I've tried not to slow down for any extended period of time for fear it'll sink in how much I miss London.
The tears will flow, I'm sure.
They call New York the greatest city in the world, yet I've tried and tried again and again to fall in love with this place - to no avail.
Yet London was able to steal my heart in one fell swoop.
I felt light there where I feel heavy here.
Powerful and light.
At times I feel powerful here, but always heavy. Always beaten down. Kept in a box.
An odd thing to say of your homeland. Not just any homeland. Still no less true.