Not too long ago (three years to be exact), I uprooted myself from a place far away to call England my temporary home. I was young, naive, and starry eyed, expecting to walk into some wonderland straight out of a fairy tale. Safe to say, I have learned that high expectations often lead to disappointment, as grey skies and unfriendly people seem to crowd my life.
After my exams almost a week ago, my housemates and I paid a visit to Harrogate and the nearby Fountains Abbey. We were blessed with blue skies and sunshine, not a spot of rain to ruin the trip. Three years later, I was offered a glimpse to what might have been here, as Harrogate played a perfect host away from life. People are so friendly and helpful, flowers can be found everywhere. It would be an ideal town to retire or grow a family in.
So. I don't actually have much to say or much to show. I am forever feeling like there's too many and not enough words. Forgive this nonsensical state I am in. You see, I am about to be a graduate. I am also about to be unemployed. By choice, they remind me. But still.
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