Psst…it might happen sooner than expected. Or? Or I might receive another one-line kiss-off “Dear Applicant” letter.
Cross your fingers for the former, please, and I’ll regale you with brilliance, I promise.
Psst…it might happen sooner than expected. Or? Or I might receive another one-line kiss-off “Dear Applicant” letter.
Cross your fingers for the former, please, and I’ll regale you with brilliance, I promise.
My passport expires in 7 years—before then, I will breathe the London air once more.
Who’s in? ;)
In the first half of 2004, I lived in N’ham, UK as part of a study abroad program, but I studied far less than I experienced and one such experience was my falling in love with Trafalgar Square. I didn’t spend more than a couple of afternoons by the fountains, but the peace I felt there is one of the rarest I’ve ever experienced. Someday, I want to go back to London, to spend days upon days reading by a fountain and talking with my friends, taking pictures of the sky and just breathing deeply whatever air has blown in that day. Actually, I’d like to get married in Trafalgar Square eventually and spend our honeymoon in London, on a dreamlike lark.