Coffee, the aroma fills the room as I cuddle up on my soft green chair watching the raindrops line the window as I listen to old tunes from Keanu's band--Dogstar. I wonder when it will give some room, enough for me to walk to the shops on Edgeware Road, greet the neighbors who are wondering where I've been hiding siince I completed my masters degree, and then buy some sweets at the local grocers while I browse through the gossip columns of Hello and Empire.
The plane trip is long, it takes forever for some people, but it's worth it. The red buses make me feel at home, I used to imagine a happier time, the offices on Forest Park, trying to get that job, meeting up with the friends as we talk about other co-workers, work, and just where the evening will take us.
I come home, and I am refreshed from the walk, the jog to catch the bus and the night which I shall meet again in less than an hour, meeting up with my old friends from Wembley for a female bonding, male ogling night.
This is how I saw it. I see more. This is how I hope it will be sometime. Except there is also this one person, or people I hope could be included in this fantasy of mine. They have a fair share of amusements and that is what my life should readily be about. Amusements and achievements.
Isn't it?
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