It is with the most bittersweet emotions that I write what I am about to write, that I lay down these words in permanence. London, I am leaving you.
My heart pangs at the thought, and yet, there it is. Spoken out loud, whispered out loud, catching in my throat, and yet; they have been formed and they are real and solid and truth. They are what is to be. And yet... How can I say goodbye to a city that has altered me in so many good and complicated ways, a city that has been a source of my joy and my sorrow, my belonging and my loneliness, my faith and my doubt?