a kind of dreamlike gratitude for the escape

[apiphile]

Dear the internet:

Tomorrow is the ten-year anniversary of moving to London. I have all kinds of feelings about this, but I've noticed that when I express positive emotions people don't like it very much, so I shall instead limit myself to reminding you that for the love of a city exists, and that I am still overwhelmed with love at this

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[thecatinthetree]

I love London too.

Coventry is Lonely.
And all my books are in boxes.

[apiphile]

I'm sorry you are in Coventry. :(

[thecatinthetree]

So am I. But it is a necessary evil so I don't starve/piss off all of my friends whilst I save up a deposit.

[jumpthesnark]

*rubs head on* I love you and I wish I was with you.

DEL'S BODY STOP FUCKING ABOUT WITH MY SISTER. YOU ARE ON NOTICE.

[apiphile]

Instead you are having an awesome time in an awesome town learning exciting shit, so don't knock it too hard. :D

[crotalus_atrox]

Write your posts, Derek, show your wife some love. ♥

:( I'm sorry you're feeling that way, darling.

[apiphile]

Temptttttiiiiiiiing, tempting.

Welcome to the crazybrain! Or, I don't know. The rational brain.

[coniferous_you]

It's a bit like I'm waiting for someone to tell me off for talking

I feel this way lately, and I don't know why. I assumed it was the pressure of going from a secluded lab environment in the summer to meeting everyone for everything this time of year.

I like your positive London posts. I appreciate your love for your city, because I like positivity but also because I really wish I loved the city in which I live (I've gotten to the point where I appreciate the convenience, but no further; I want the same romantic attachment to the place that I've had in other places I've lived).

[apiphile]

I'm starting to wonder if it's just the time of year, there's certainly no reason for me to feel like every sentence is the preamble to "shut up".

I'm sorry Tor-ron-no isn't giving you what you need. What's lacking?

[coniferous_you]

there's certainly no reason for me to feel like every sentence is the preamble to "shut up".
For me, I worry there is. I talk a lot, and it's not like most of it is solicited.

Well, I'm in Montréal and I think maybe the answer is I miss trees that aren't manicured perfectly. Possibly solitude. I don't really get my usual summer highs here but I guess, by that same token, I don't get as severe depression in the winter either. People seem to think it's an easy city to love, but I'm not really finding that "love" thing yet. I like it for its food and for my school, but I don't get those random moments of euphoria where I feel like I am deliriously happy over my sense of place. But I've been trying to love it, because I do like my school, it just hasn't been working.

[apiphile]

Oops, cityfail. I have heard good and not-good things about it. :(

[apiphile]

*dances around* IT IS MORNING NOW.

We are celebrating our anniversary by, hopefully, watching Tom Hardy pretend to be American, and by being rained on. I have cake, tho.