Stansted

Okay, before I moved to San Francisco, I thought I wanted to live in London. But after spending about eight hours in Stansted and being completely baffled and stymied by airport security, and feeling like a right third-class citizen because of my American accent, I have decided I hate England, and I don't want to live there anymore. Besides, now that I've seen France... if I can ever get a visa. But that doesn't mean I'm leaving San Francisco just yet. I only just moved there! No, I am definitely going back to the Bay Area. I already kind of miss my new house, with my cute little room and the rose garden with the fountain. But it's there for me when I get back. I'm happy traveling. It's just good to go home.