I love being in London. LOVE IT. Seriously, I am super happy and content and excited. I feel like I'm actually doing something for once instead of just sitting around my house or whatever. I know that my value does not lie in my works (learned that the hard way this summer), but it is also not healthy to not do anything. And, lets face it. My mind goes substantially faster than most, so not only is it not healthy for me to not have anything to do; it's downright dangerous.

So yes, I am happy here. But I miss people. I keep thinking to myself "oh so-and-so would really like this" or "I wish such-and-such were here to share this with me". Some I miss more than others. A few I would give everything I own to have here with me.

But I cannot go back.

I love you all with all of my heart, but this is where I belong. For now, anyways.