i have reoccurring fantasies of packing up a few basic things that i wouldn’t be able to leave behind and heading out of town. i’m sure these thoughts cross through every teenager’s mind at one point or another, i mean, who hasn’t entertained the idea of starting over new somewhere else? somewhere completely different, where you could be subjected to so many new people and experiences. i don’t need many things to make me happy. if i were to leave, the first (and more realistic) place i would go would of course be new york city. ideally? i want to go back to london. i’m going to live there someday, i know it, but i want that day to be now.