After two weeks in London, it finally dawns upon me that I have flown 10,000km across the world to throw my hat into a ring, with not the slightest bit of earthly security. I’m crazy. Or, no – this is just the craziest thing I have done. At least I will have done it before I turn 21.
This trip is supposed to be for work. But I am not working. It is supposed to be a vacation. But I am not vacation-ing very well either. Instead, I cook, eat, clean, watch BBC iPlayer and keep the good sleeping hours I have not kept in almost a year. Not work. Not vacation. Not… well, not anything really.
I think it’s time to reignite! Three weeks to go. And oh, what three big ones they are.
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