A summer in London. The latest pit stop on the road of this here adventure. If you had asked me a year ago if I thought I’d be in London this summer, I would have told you no. But life has an interesting way of working out just a little different from your expectations and, well, here I am.
After a year away from Europe, it wasn’t long before I found excuses to come back. A trip with Mama, a wedding, girl travel. London’s been calling.
But with a voice so different from the one I left behind. I’m back full circle and so so happy to discover that London isn’t home anymore. It’s beautiful, it’s fun, it’s cultured and so gorgeous during this time of year, but the things that I want for myself are decidedly different from what I thought I wanted a year ago. I’m happy to be here as a visitor and so incredibly at peace with this fact. I am a visitor. A very local visitor, but a visitor nonetheless.
The next six weeks will be spent exploring every nook and cranny of this amazing city. There will be markets and lounges and parks and picnics. We are going to devour every museum, every festival, every warm humid night under the stars. This is the summer I get to know London more intimately than ever before. Now, we’ve got all the time in the world. No rushing away, no morning commutes, no late work nights, no rain, no cold.
It is a summer fling, a rendezvous, a stolen moment and sweet slow dance. This summer, I’m going to have an affair with a long lost lover.
