After a week in the wild, I feel as if I'm doing all the things urban hipsters do (or what I imagine them doing) - I go for a run and afterwards dress in white and denim and sip something strawberryish in a white city apartment while browsing Pinterest.
Running (usually a painful chore) felt as if my trainers had developed little wings. I returned to my little flat in the sky bursting with strength and freedom.
I love the city, the sound of people's voices screaming and laughing in the distance even when I have shut myself in. I love being online again. But oh, was it ever hard to tear myself away from the stillness of a place where there are only trees and a quiet sea.
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