It was one of those days when none of the uncomfortable stuff mattered. I think that all of us knew that it was just one of those experiences that's worth any hardship. We ended up sitting in a pub for a couple of hours waiting for our train, and just enjoying each other's company. It was then that I realized how hard it was going to be to go home. I have made so many friends here; met so many cool people. I started on this journey not knowing a soul and am walking away with friendships that I hope last for years. That rainy day in Brighton will always be one of the coolest days I have ever spent. Not because I did anything particularly exciting or different, or because I got to see something one of a kind, but because the whole day just left me with positive vibes.
We got back to London, put on dry clothes, and I spent the remainder of the day on the couch in the boy's apartment watching YouTube videos. There could not have been a more perfect ending to the day. My contentment was complete, and I hope to always be able to recognize those perfect days even back home. To feel the presence of positivity in even the most trivial of activities. I just think that if I am able to do that, able to enjoy the people around me, able to get joy out of totally commonplace situations, than I will always be happy with my life.
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