Nearing....

The end is in sight, soon it will all be over.

I can't imagine living in a place that doesn't have this continuous loyal backdrop. But I can't imagine continuing to live in a place that has nothing more than this continuous loyal backdrop.

The reality of soon rejoining our beloved friends and family is beginning to kick in, and without trying to wish time away, we honestly ~ can't wait.

Constant chatter amongst us relives what we miss so much; like having spontaneous access to the best friends you could ever wish for, relishing in combinations of enriching inspiring pursuits whenever you feel like them, painting with arrays of thick gloss paint on enormous walls, striking up lively conversations with complete strangers + getting positive responses in return, riding my fixie between friends houses + cozy pubs, waking up every day without really knowing what will happen within the great hours that sit promisingly between consciousnesses, eating cheap curries in Rusholme surrounded by rosy cheeked friendly people, going for long bicycle rides in the Cheshire hills with parallel pumping pedallers ~ ~ ~ ~ the list is endless, and we can't wait to work our way through it with rejuvenated appreciation and greed.