I spent four years living in london with one goal: moving back to hamilton. I hated every single second I lived there, but it was okay because I was moving back to hamilton in - 3 years, 2 years, 8 months, and so on.... I had this mental count down to 'freedom'.
I feel like the world has funny ways of 'working out' or I guess if you are on the other side of it "fucking you over harrrd". All the time I hated london I think I was really avoiding all the good things it had to offer me. Now I am back in Hamilton, and it has literally taken less than 1 year to want to start my countdown of leaving again. Except this time I have no haven to escape to.
So I guess what I am trying to say is this: Maybe I should take a note from my London experience and open myself up to Hamilton. I mean whats the point of plotting my escape in 2.5 years .... why not enjoy the moment? carpe diem (right? :S)
Easier said than done.
The trouble of escaping skeletons is that you usually just find new ones wherever you go.
fin
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