Ever since I ventured to London for the first time 2 years ago, a part of me was left behind there. I was fortunate enough to live there for the summer, & London Town proved to be unlike anywhere else I have ever been. I like to think I am fairly well traveled, I’ve explored a good chunk of Europe with nothing but a small suitcase, my best friend, & the Couch Surfing app on my iphone. But something about London intrigues me like no where else. A city so alive & bustling with countless forms of vibrant energy, patiently waiting to be discovered inside every street market and ivy covered pub. Its like every Tube stop is a new realm of the city-with it’s own little story, just waiting to be unraveled & consumed by the eager adventurer. Whenever I visit london it feels like I’ve never been there before, in a sense. I love that about it, you can feel so comfortable but a complete stranger at the exact same time. London is a city with almost a magical quality, you never know what you are going to stumble upon and it becomes clear that even if you spend your entire life in this city, you will never see it all. I am captivated by a deep longing for adventure & exploration on a new level. For me, the phrase “anything is possible” truly comes alive in London. I become engulfed with the overwhelming sense of knowing that, at all times, even on a rainy Tuesday night, there is & will always be something going on. There is a certain lively urban buzz & always happening factor that defines London. It’s up to you to jump in and let the city take you on a journey.
When in London I also always seem to appreciate the beautiful yet simple things in life more…chic tucked away cafes with white tables & freshly cut flowers in glass mason jars, fashion thats weird in the best way walking down the streets of Shoreditch, the overwhelming aroma of robust spices & mouth watering curries on Brick Lane, freshly made baguette sandwiches & crisps in flavors like “Mozarella & Pesto” & “Lobster Bisque” lining the shelves at the corner shop, the buzzing of drunk people & slurring of different languages on the rowdy top deck night bus ride home, & a good afternoon rain storm while you are tucked away inside of a small cafe sipping tea & watching the world pass by outside. For all of these reasons, & many more, I always have a constant urge & longing to be back in my favorite city. Its like an itch that I can never get rid of, it always comes creeping back just patiently waiting for me to scratch. For now I will have to wait until the time is right to travel back across the pond, but in the mean time I thought i’d share my love, passion & deep longing for a place that is embedded in my soul via my first blog post. Enjoy