I said goodbye to family and friends. The flight was the longest I have ever taken. I remember huffing and puffing, excited by the "hot air" coming out of my mouth. The streets were very clean, totally different from my expectations - until I was told I was going down the Queen's stretch, just outside Buckingham Palace. The chauffeur dumped me outside Canary Central - with no keys and no one I could ask for help. The heater was on at full-blast but one-bedroom apartment felt so cold. I tried to calm myself down and to hold back the tears.
It has been two years. And it seems like yesterday.
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