~ Seeing. Not Looking ~

Poor little blog. I nearly forgot about you.
Not that anyone seemed to care, though.
But I owe you this, my little blog. And to myself as well.
So, back to business hm?

London:
So I finally spend another few days there.
More happy than I was in a long time.
London is wet and cold and stormy and busy and crowded and everything people tend to think I hate.
And they're right. But London, ah~, this is another story.
I usually suffer from headache and nausea when the weather changes here at home.
Everytime, even if its just a storm coming and going in between a few hours.
Londons weather is changing like... every two hours sometimes.
And my head never cared. I still don't know why. I was fine.
Not even a tickle of a headache.
Talking of health....
I have nearly no immune system. I get hit by every flu or cold or whatever wave.
Yet when I was soaked to the bone, quite literally I have to say, during the so called Killerstorm in the UK.... I was fine.
I was freezing and soaking wet and outside for hours.
And I was fine. I didn't got ill.
I've ate an acceptable amount of calories per day and slept wonderful. In a noisy and crowded hostel, mind you.
Yet after a few weeks home again I feel like shit. Language, sorry. My sleeping pattern is messed up beyond any good and my head's killing me again because the bloody weather changes from 12° to freezing cold and thunderstorms (in January!) every day. My appetite isn't really present anymore. At least not for 2000 calories a day.
London, what's your magic huh?


But enough of that.