London feels weird
The moment I came to London, I started to feel weird. Stressed is another word. First, the anxiety kicked in. Then, its “long-time-no-see” friend, Depression. I met them both and hugged them.
I was like, “Where have you been all this time?” And they were like, “Dude. You’re three months on medication. It was hard to get to you. Sometimes it’s like you don’t want us here.”
I scratched my head at this. “Well…”
The truth is, I forgot how hard it is to live in big cities. They drain you. Eat you up. Chew you and spit out what’s left on the sidewalk…