I've been back in San Diego a few days and have had the chance to catch up to this time zone and my thoughts. Going to the UK was sooooooo good for my soul. I feel refreshed and less lost. I feel like I have a semi-plan. I feel like I can rest a little easy.
Before leaving, I had this fantasy of London in my mind. It's what we do with memories: whilst I had remembered the bad things about London, the good things were dominating my every thought. There was nothing anyone could say, any therapy session could bring forward, or that I could even tell myself to calm my lusting over London. I had to go back. I had to experience the actual place again.
London is and always will be a fantastic, cultured, and gorgeous city. It's one of my cities. But it's not the only city I can live in. By the end of my trip, I resolved that while I love London dearly, I do not have to move so many miles away from San Diego to be happy. There are comparable places to London here in the U.S., places I intend to look into. Places I'd like to check out and apply to (making big plans around here). And while I would move back to London for a good job opportunity, it's not my main target. It's a love, but not my only love.
To finally make a decision on London and not be so confused, wishy-washy, and full of doubt is...REJUVENATING. I feel like new!
Now, get ready for an onslaught of travel posts and shameless bragging over the very inspiring, emotional, beautiful trip I just had. Dare I say I deserved it? Yes, I think going to London was simply divine.