After spending three years in London, wining over the chaos, traffic, busy streets and never-ending noise, I never really thought I’d come to say this, but I really miss “home”. Yep, you’ve read it correctly, home. This is how it feels like now. Maybe it’s the people that are there, or maybe it’s the memories that I have, but for whichever reason London was and will always be my UK home.
I spent my day yesterday with one of my best friends strolling around Oxford Street and enjoying a warm Latte at one of the cafes in St. Christopher’s place. Oh yes, it does feel good to be home.