Two years in two days...

I've been up all night - couldn't sleep. At six-thrity, woke up and went for the hardest 6.5 mile dash for a long time. At eight-thirty, I'll be headed into work and inevitably decide the fate of the next two years of my life. I don't know if it'll be decided when I walk in the door, tomorrow afternoon, or sometime later this week. I do know, though, that the distant future lies with every decision I make and every move I take from now until I decide to stay in London or not. It's honestly one of, if not the, hardest decisions of my life. I've been pent up in so many ways for such a long time. That said, wish me luck, say a prayer, hope for the best, and everything else possible. I know I am...