memories
i've been reading over old entries... i realise i've had this journal since 2004. over 3 years. i've put so much in here.

reading over how i used to be was like looking into the life of a different person, who had all the same interests i do. it's really surreal and strange, but i am so happy i have a record of all these things. i not only can read the entry, but remember how i was feeling at that time, and what else was going on which i didn't care to write about publicly. it's also made me realise how poor my english skills have become outside of high school. sad!

i'm so happy with life right now. london feels like home. of course, i wish all my family and best friends were here too... but i don't want to go back to brisbane at thsi stage. i feel like i'm a bit trapped by study. i know i need to finish my degree (1 year), do honours (1 year), and maybe phd (3 years). potentially it will be 5 years before i can come back here. i'm thinking 2 might be all i can take though. why did i have to start liking london now, when i have such little time left?