This past month has been the biggest whirlwind of emotions I have ever experienced. I've been at some of my lowest points for a very long time, but then on other occasions I've danced around my living room in a giddy state of excitement. I've fallen in love with more strangers than I care to admit and I've rekindled friendships with the most important people. But most importantly I'm happy. And I feel stronger than ever (not physically, in that sense I'm a wimp).
I found my get up and go attitude to life. One day I was telling someone how I wanted to go to New York and visit Miami and I woke up the next day and thought No, I don't want to be that person who says all these things and doesn't do them. So I got home from work and booked flights. Just me. Alone. Little Lindsey from Hollinswood out exploring the world on my own. I couldn't be more excited, but also nervous. But I know I need to do it, for myself.
London has been sat at the forefront of my mind for a few weeks now and I just can't shake it off. I think it's time. I've longed for a life in the city for so long and I'm getting so restless in this little sleepy town. I want adventure.