So...I recently started a bucketlist in my little blue notebook with different aspects of London on the covers. Not quite sure what spurred me on; I had contemplated starting one for so long, and at one point thought that it was pointless because there was so much I wanted to do. Where would I even begin?

I had a wrote a post some time ago about my heart belonging to different worlds. Rewatching movies like the How to Train Your Dragon series puts that tugging back in, so much so that it hurts. It's so nice to have your heart fit into a container that you can call home. But it hurts, sometimes, because it also belongs to so many places, torn to so many pieces to make up a whole.

I want to fly.

I want to be on the back of a dragon.

I want to fly on a dragon.

I want to fly.

Let me fly.