One Year

July 7th.
I can't believe it was only a year ago that I sat in my living room in England and stared at the television, unable to believe that any of it was really happening.
Or is it that I can't believe it's only been a year? That whole time of my life feels so far away and yet I can remember it all so perfectly. I'm actually sad that the anniversary of the day I left is coming so quickly--it seems somehow that it will make it all that much further from me.

Did I think then that I'd be here?

And am I in any different a place now then I was then?



...the security deposit from our apartment came today. it's really over