Bye Bye Bosisto

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As I look around the empty skeletal apartment that has been the last year of my life, I notice how truly, unrecognizably empty the shell of my surroundings are. After a mere 2 days, there is not one shred of evidence left of a year filled with laughter, tears, frustrations, friendships, goals achieved, moments of let-downs and absolute, always-and-forever-abundant love.

The biggest lesson I face every single year since leaving home is the questioning of precisely that, home.
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Letters to my Second Home.

Dear London,

I hope this letter finds you well.
But before you start, I know, I know.
I left in a rush and I didn’t say a proper goodbye.
Apologies, I haven’t spoken to you in a while because.
I just needed some me-time to sort my life out a little bit.
I’d just spent a consistent 2 years in winter, not only was my brain frozen stiff, but I’m pretty sure I my vitamin D levels packed up and shipped outta here about 7 months ago.
So I needed to get back in touch with that Dude first, he’s slightly important..

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