Facebook reminded me a couple of days ago that it's been a year since I've gotten back from London. I remember packing my things to go home to Malaysia for good and crying everyday for two weeks (lul pussy) because I was so sure that my soul belonged in the city I was leaving. I was scared, of the Unknown, of not being able to be comfortable with who I am when I get back, of not being accepted after finding my soul in a different country. But nights like this, people like this, are a constant reminder that there is a beautiful place for me to come home to. That people, can meet and come together and share in a way that shows me that home is where the heart is. ✨☺️ To new friendships, extra large pizzas, foiled pool parties and horror movies; may we eventually get to Phuket LOL ❤️🍕