London, Baby

I am not going to England this spring. Possibly not at all this year. It was an extremely difficult decision to make - I won't see my oldest friend get married - but a necessary one. My energy and anxiety levels are impeding my day-to-day life. Adding  international travel and an 8-hour time difference seems like a recipe for disaster. So I made the decision to stay and I know without a doubt it is the right decision, it's just also a sad decision (hashtag first world problem, I kno.)

I'm not pouting. I'm not resentful or sulky. I just feel sad.