Today marks the anniversary of two years home since moving back from London. A lot has happened in those two years - a lot of really great things, and a few not so great, but definitely more than I imagined.
No matter where I live at any point, California will always be my home, but there are some things I dearly miss about London:
- taking a break from Regent Street shopping for afternoon tea at The Parlour at sketch
- taking the tube (pronounced "chube") - although I do not miss the morning-breath on the way to work each day
- riding my bike around Clapham (caution - cycling in London can be dangerous!)
- snow in winter
- pub nights
- champagne receptions and exhibit openings at the Saatchi gallery
- borough market
- my sweet little London flat - that was all mine :)
tulip yoga in Clapham
- planes, trains and the ease of traveling
- books - I had so much more time to read there
- lounging in the sun in Clapham Common or Hyde Park
- double decker buses (my favourite way to get around!)
- the city at Christmas time - especially the Fortnum & Mason windows
- Hummingbird bakery in South Ken
- and many many others! This list could go on.
Mostly though, I miss the amazing friends I made there. I initially wanted to move to London because I missed Paris from my college days. Before moving to London I had only been there once for a few days before heading off with a friend on another trip so I really had no idea what to expect. Living in Paris made me believe that I loved the European lifestyle. I was wrong. I loved the Parisian lifestyle and London was definitely different. And it was exciting stumbling into a new culture and city I knew very little about - exciting and scary. And it may have taken a bit of time, but the people I met made my time there so much fun and absolutely amazing.
Sometimes it feels like it was all a dream.