I’m still unsure about what I’m about to do next when I return home. But I’m certain that I need to build my identity capital at this time. After almost a year being away, soon enough you discover that it’s not a want anymore. It became more of a need. A need to make something out of nothing. Being here in London motivates me in inexplicable ways. Taking up this internship seems daunting, somewhat unreal at times. It’s been amazing so far that I’m so afraid that one day I might just wake up from somewhere only to realise that it’s a just a plain dream untouched.
Sometimes I wish I can convince myself enough that whatever I do now will influence only me and my decisions alone, It was never for other people s’ sake. I think it’s alright to not know what I want. But it does not mean that I have time. I do have time right now, but he would never be on either sides or decide to stop the waves for me. Last year at this time I was getting ready, all packed up for Paris. And I remember that I was so sure that I’d make it somehow. I don’t know what, or why.
But Yeah I’m still gonna be an optimist about this. 
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