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Sitting at London station watching well dressed ladies with sharp gentalmen mince quickly past,it's just a completely different world. Sometimes I look at it all and wonder if I would like a taste of that way of life,it looks so...easy. I'm sure that's completely incorrect,and I'm sure they'd probably like that I see them in that light,I'm sure there must be more to it.life just seems to appear so much more care free and appealing when money is no issue.i had an interview in Sloan street today,I'm pretty sure I haven't got it and actually I'm pretty glad as it really didn't seem to be very friendly at all...hmmm.so much stress has been had as of late,I want to fast forward to my calm comfortable place. Such a time of change.what will happen?I wish I could be more confident of the unknown. Watching families gather,talking,embracing...I don't want to go back eventhough it is for the last time.is it bad that I want to talk to him again?oh what good would it do...