July 25th, 2023
The London skylines are different than the ones I'm used to. I'm used to the small, distant, chubby buildings and similar suburban two story homes. The London skyline has potential: the tall, contiguous buildings and cobblestoned streets make me look forward to another day exploring the city; the new change of scenery making me have no ounce of regret of my previous decisions made.
The streets of London light a fire of something inside of me that I haven't felt since I was a child. Excitement. Passion. Adventure. Growing up and living the same routine almost everyday and seeing the same scenery sucks the life out of you. The only changes in routine are the different dreams you have of any other place you could be, or things you could be doing if you were anywhere but.
As I walk down the sidewalk, I can't help the smile that fights its way on my face. The accents are different, the views are different, and more importantly the feeling inside of me is different. I've barely been here a day, arriving at 6:30 AM England time, and I have no place to live, no work lined up for me, and to top it all off, I've never even been to England. And for some reason I'm okay with it. My usual anxiety-ridden self is strangely calm, for once.
I "accidentally" left my phone on a seat in the terminal as soon as I landed at Heathrow airport, too scared of the abundance of texts and calls my parents had surely left on my phone while it was on airplane mode during the flight.
England is a fresh start, and the last thing I want (or need) is things from my old life reminding me why I left in the first place- even if those things were my parents.
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Skylines
General FictionOur story follows Lennon Hannah. She's recently moved from small town Ohio to London, England to follow the sudden urge to move out of the suffocatingly small town, which practically forces her to make a change overnight and take the chance of movi...
