It's crazy to think about how much has changed since my last spontaneous trip to London.. I know it was two entire years ago, but somehow I don't feel like a completely changed person at all. What I know has truly changed is how strongly I feel about going away. Two years ago, I was practically fleeing from here. With my tail between my legs, I was running away from the demons I created in my head, from him, from you. But this time, my heart aches thinking about not being home, and more importantly, not being here with you. I am riddled with all kinds of anxiety, that I did not at all feel the last time we were going away together. All I know is, I no longer want to ever be away from you.
