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London“I love my life.”
—London Wright
The twenty-minute taxi ride from the airport goes by quickly, and before I know it, we are pulling up in front of the apartments where my sister, Georgia, lives. As I exit the cab, the hot rays of the sun beating down on my face, even this early in the day, feel marvelous. It was cold enough in Michigan this morning that I could physically see my breath.
“This is an apartment building?” Loïc asks, taking in the beautiful complex before us. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I know, right? Puts my house to shame.”
“It looks like a resort.” Loïc scans the stunning architecture that looks more like a five-star Cayman Islands getaway than an apartment building for college students.
“It does. You should see the incredible pools they have out back. Th
