It is hard to type while smoking a shisha, but nevertheless I will try. The bubbling of the water might wake my neighbours, but as the sounds of their TV's are blaring through the hallway, I will not worry too much. I promised I would write and write I will. There is something about smoke circling above your head that makes the words flow more easily. Is it sad, that I smoke alone? Or does it add a hint of poetry to what I do? Either way, I enjoy it. I have noticed lately that I enjoy life, in general. The spell Liverpool put on me, so many months ago, is slowly enchanting me again. The fact that I finally have a bank and am registered for university probably helps towards that cause, but I think the most convincing role is played by the people around me. Though my life here started with a few struggles, I am slowly settling into a decor of friends, a landscape of acquaintances and bosom friends. There are events to look forward to, days out to enjoy, classes to attend. My life is unfolding and I can finally iron out the creases which complicated matters so intensely at the start of my stay. And though certain difficulties remain, I can see myself growing more and more into the person I want to be and was, the confident young woman who managed to baffle all those around her by graduating on her Master's Degree with distinction. If I can do the impossible, than why on earth would I have to worry about things like money and a love life? All will come my way, as long as I have faith and am prepared to battle for that which I think is worth it. And like the smoke in my room, my dream will slowly encompass everything around me and before I know it, I will never want to leave again.
For why should I worry, why do I freak out? I am in England. This is my dream. I am in England. This is my dream. I am in England. This is, and was, and always will be, my dream. I heart Liverpool, so much, so deep, so endlessly.
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