THOMAS?

the move

Wow. London. All of the sights. All of the people. The weather. Everything was was perfect. I had sent my first and last months rent for my flat through the mail so that way once I got there I would be ready to go. It was a cute little place in a quiet part of southwest London. Very quaint and comfortable. All my bags were packed.

Currently I live in New York, crazy place. Very busy and chaotic. I can't want to change all that. I am currently studying to be nurse and thought it might be neat to move out of the country and see the world before I am settled into one job. I pin my thick curls back as I grab my passport and ticket to board my aircraft. I am flying across the ocean for the first time. Very scary. As I take my seat I put on my headphones and listen to music to calm me down.

—-hours pass—

I get off my plane and quickly convert my US Dollars to Pounds so that I can purchase what I need to. I catch a bus to the street I live on and grab my keys from the pouch in my knapsack. I unlock the doors to see my flat decorated just the way I like, thank god for interior designers.

Around two hours later I decided to go out and get some lunch. I take my camera with me so I can print some for my flat. And for my mum back in New York. As I arrive to the park with my sandwich I ordered. I take a few pictures of some birds I found. High up. Where you would never look to see anything.

"Ello there! What are you capturing?" I hear a voice say as I look down from my camera. The mate who just spoke to me was really cute. God what do I say?

{ a.n. Oh Lordy! That was super boring, I promise it will be better soon!}