Dearest London,
It is good to be back and you look like you have been doing well. But you are a very expensive city. The most expensive I believe and only the first few days here are always glorious. Going to Tate Modern, soaking myself in art and watching artists pass by, people, they all look so beautiful here, one more than the other. Outwardly yes, inside? Don't really know, a bit on the not very emotional side usually, emotion is not elegance? Display the British way- minimalism.
Alright, now I need a job. I can work for food and I even have a fancy degree from Oxford. I am so employable!
London, please find me a job and I want to live like a Londoner. London be good to me, I have high hopes from you. My story of struggle to get here, will enchant you and this is the story of the first Bhutanese woman to Oxford, it has to be something that will baffle you. I am history- I made myself as one I suppose.
Maybe I should write a book someday.
Okay London, just to reiterate, a JOB yes? I look nice in a suit- really.
Thank you,
Much Love,
M
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