Oh my God.
I'm here. I've made it to the other side. Amongst tears and angst, I've made it into the EU unscathed and so tremendously happy.
I keep thinking, 'Jesus. I live here. I actually live here.'
This is my new city. I am a Londoner. I can walk around with my iPod in, pay in pounds, and absorb my new country.
I can't believe I'm here. I've done London enough times to know a fair bit about it, not to mention through my Brit boyfriend. But now I'm seeing it all with completely new eyes.
This is my new home. It's the start of a new life, a new re-invention, a new everything.
And as to be expected, my arrival comes in lieu of drizzle and a hurricane outside.
Despite that, I am absolutely walking on Cloud 9.
PS: Might've been also because, being collected by my Brit with a bunch of roses in his hands, does make this transition that much sweeter. Sigh.