Foundling

As a foundling newcomer into a foreign place, I am greeted not by the quality of the locality of which I am in but by the very potent air most lined in unhindered possibilities. My adoring eyes feasted upon every square inch of what lies before me and as fate would have it, is now to become my new home.

Daunting, yes. But, what a moment to be alive, i thought quietly.

Though admittedly, it is a bustling avenue of meandering city people at a great persistent toiling to and fro like I have not witnessed so before. Borderline troubling, that it was if I may say so.

Amidst the torrent, I stood still. In grateful reverence, drowning out the noise, I felt at peace. And within this surface-brewing chaos there exists a life I am now to become apart of.

Adrift in a sea of my own making only to be brought back to reality, shattering the very quietude I've walled myself in, the shrill cry of my phone ringing.

A local number starting in 02.

Oh, what a thrill indeed.

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