London was grey and cool when I finally emerged from the Tube in Islington. I was bleary eyed and not as excited to be here as I was when I arrived in May. (May was such a magical time, full of anticipation and excitement and close friends, and I know I can’t top it this time. But it never helps one’s optimism, either, to have stood in a queue for 2.5 hours or to have a massive duffel bag on my back that I should really be pulling on wheels behind me by now.) Both quickly changed.

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