Sometimes I think the whole world has gone crazy, but then again maybe it's just me. Everyone wished for the perfect life. Some people got it, I wasn't one of those people. I was sitting on a plane as it soared over the glistening water of the vast Atlantic. London, England was where I was headed. To see my dad whom I had visited every summer since I was four years old. After visiting England every summer for thirteen years, you would think I thought of it as maybe a second home or something like that. No, that's not what I thought at all. I loved London, I truly did, but it just wasn't MY place. I didn't feel like I would ever get my perfect life, or my happily ever after there. The busy streets, the brain-racketting noises, they're great. Except you get used to them, maybe even to used to them. I really didn't know what to expect in London. Even though it seemed like I had it all worked out in my mind, London was so different from Phoenix.
2007-03-01
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