The sun still gives a little warmth, and it felt good upon my eyelids as I listened to the fun of the Sunday footballers behind me in the park.
I deeply miss the countryside and the sea air biting at my face. I never intended to stay in London beyond a year. And, then I blinked, and have found myself still here, 14 years on, tied in to a mortgage and a job to feed the mortgage and to pay the bills. It is such an exhausting hamster wheel.
I wish I knew how we could get off it.









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