and I can’t sleep. I’m leaving London for good in exactly two days. I’m not even sure how I actually feel about it or how I should. All I know is that I have been up since six a.m. and I’m thinking about everything and nothing. I should be excited for France and Spain; I mean, of course I am ecstatic about going but I just keep thinking about what I want to do after. I may have realised that London isn’t for me but the problem is that I may spend years and money searching for a place that is me and never find it.