It is freezing cold here, but still no snow. My nose seems to be permanently red.
It's one o'clock in the morning and I'm up worrying (what's new).
I forever feel the need to accomplish things, which is what I wanted to come to London on my year off to do, and I fear that I will allow the next six months to fly by without achieving any of the goals I set for myself. I have started projects (I enlarged two of my photos and need to see if the local art shop will hang them, I'm currently in the process of writing a letter to a literary agent and studying for my driver's licence theory test) but I'm fearful that these things will just all fall through and be left unfinished, despite the fact I've promised myself over and over that I won't let this happen. I'm learning so much though. Just being here, surrounded by beauty and culture, is the best experience ever. All the learning I have done in just a month is an accomplishment in itself I think.
I got into another cab tonight without ACTUALLY knowing if it was a cab as taxis here just look like regular cars (does this not seem like an invitation for dangerous things to occur? I don't understand). Had a minor freak out in the car as the advertisement I continually see on the tube (a picture of a girl screaming with these words below her: "please stop please stop please stop...getting into unlicensed cabs") popped into my head. When we ended up in front of my house, I was so happy and relieved that I tipped him much more than was necessary. He was pretty happy to say the least.
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