🇬🇧 London | Moving here ~ Learned to let go of anxiety

My romance isn't about receiving a Lambo; it's about that night at 12 o'clock 🕛, sitting on the sofa 🛋 in front of three French windows after moving into London Zone 1. Unable to sleep all night 😂, anxiety gradually became the theme of my life. Everyone except me seemed to be making progress, hating to read literature... but unwilling to give up. I even began to question my initial choices. Why? It was the major I liked ❗️ It was my interest ❗️ But now I'm starting to waver 😤. I'm collapsing, I'm resentful 😡, but I'm constrained by that so-called gentleman, not able to vent freely. I'm like a mime 🤡, wildly expressing anxiety with my body: anxiety ❗️, but not allowed to make a sound 😡. Yet, my movements were too exaggerated; the curtain fell to the ground at some point, and I ended up sitting exhausted on it. Looking at the night sky outside the window, I was suddenly struck by the chill, and my restless heart suddenly calmed down. It was a long-lost tranquility ❗️ It was a long-lost tranquility ❗️ Familiar yet unfamiliar tranquility ❗️ It turns out the world has never changed; only I have ❗️ London is the same, studying abroad is the same. Thanks to the French windows of that apartment 🤝, I learned to let go of my anxiety ❗️❗️ It belongs to me ❗️❗️