London Calling.

Chapter 1

I woke up every morning with the same recognizable feeling I had, had since our plane landed back in the United States. The overwhelming feeling that something was missing from my day to day life; the feeling that I could not be completely happy until that piece was found. I told myself that I would just go about my normal routine and try to readjust back to my old life style. It couldn’t be that hard right? I had lived in this same mediocre fashion for the last 20 years, I should be used to it by now. 

But for some reason, I just couldn’t shake it. It felt as though I was living in a black and white world compared to the one I had just come from. London had been such a colorful place and now I craved the energy it produced. It had been like no other place I had been before. There was just something about it.

The smell of the sweet, fresh London air in the morning time before everyone had began to go about their days. The small rain showers that occurred almost every day that left the streets glistening and clean. The fluffiest, pure white clouds that filled the beautifully clear blue sky. The diversity of people surrounding you. The feeling of being completely anonymous, living for no one other than yourself. True freedom.

That world had been the one I had always dreamed of… and I just left. I left to come back home to the same faces I had always seen. The same old neighborhood I had always been in. The same… everything. I came back to a black and white world. Technically there was nothing wrong with the place I lived in. I just... I had no idea. My mind had not stopped racing since the minute I had gotten home. It was as if my body knew that I wasn't meant to be here anymore.

But what exactly was it that I was running from?

I had, had my whole life planned out for me since I was a small child. Go to school, graudate, go to college, get a degree, go back to college, get a master's, get married by at least 30, raise children, be happy with what life has given you...

Somehow, after this small trip, I just couldn't focus on that being my future anymore. I had finally gotten tired of everyone else planning my life out for me. While I was in London, I relied on no one but myself. I did what made me happy and didn't even have to consider anyone else. As selfish as that may sound, it was a blissful kind of happiness for me. For once in my exsistence I wasn't someone else's puppet, I was my own person and there was no strings attached to me.

I knew that I would have to get back there somehow. I would be completely miserable if I didn't have that freedom now. I felt as though I was a bird trapped inside of a cage just wishing and waiting to be set free. I would have to figure out a way to escape. However, that plan would have to be well thought out and it would have to be graceful so as I didn't ruin the life I had here. I loved the people here, I just... I had to get away.