Another year has past...

So I'm another year older now. 2 more years before I hit the big 3-0. Hate to go all emotional and start wondering what have I achieved so far, and to be honest, I think it was one of the most eventful year. 

• Never had I changed so many jobs (not a good thing but it was fun), 
• made so many good friends (other than Perugia), 
• explored and live in a whole new big city (what was I thinking?), 
• fell in love (I did struggle not to, but my willpower wasn't as strong as my emotions), 
  
• Watched Mamma Mia (I love the feel good feeling)
• I've cooked more often than ever (what a fantastic feeling)
• I'm going to Canada (a country I thought I would visit once I've done at least 35 other countries - I'm not even near 20 now)
• Crossed London Bridge more than a thousand times and it isn't falling down anytime soon
• Watched more footie than I've ever done in my entire life outside London
• Hate seeing ManU win when I never cared about them before
• Loving my life and my surroundings
• I actually care about where my tax money goes to

That time of the year...

It is then... now... where I feel like doing nothing. I feel like cancelling all near future plans, pack my bag, go to Gatwick tonight and fly to Italy on my own. Where I can stare at the sea, stare at the sky, take slow walks, feel people passing me by and just feel the space around me and breathe... Just breathe in deep... It makes such a difference..

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Maybe it's PMS, but I sure feel like a hermit. I feel the want to just walk away. The want to drink and go to sleep merry. The want to just have a quiet night with talks. I want to run into somebody's arms and cry and cry and cry for no good reason at all.