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Click to viewThis is the song I was listening to when I first walked through London in January. It's been my favorite song throughout the semester and I could write pages on pages of what it means to me.
In 24 hours, I'll be chilling in Dublin on a layover, waiting for my flight to Boston and then a drive all the way home.
Home. I'm not really sure what that word means to me anymore. Home can be a place, a person, a song, a book. Home is wherever you feel safe and happy. My hometown is home, the same house I've grown up in all my conscious life; my school is home, full of people I like; my small attic bedroom here is home, comfy-cozy; Spectrum is home; wandering through the streets of London is home.
I had more to say, but I'm feeling rather dazed at the moment, so I'll just leave this here. My London song, the one that gives me goosebumps and tears when I'm in the right mood, with ballet.