Okay so. Provence. Six days. It is happening.
Things I want from this trip:
Need to sort before I go:
Manifest! Manifest! Manifest! ✨
"I did not expect to fall in love with a city. And then London happened."
You can walk the streets here and strangers smile at you. They actually smile. Doors are held. Someone always points the way. People are kinder than you expect, and somehow crisper too. There is a warmth to the city that nobody warns you about before you arrive.
London lets you disappear completely and find yourself again in the middle of all the noise. It never asked me to perform. It just let me be, and I think that is the rarest thing a city can do.
I found my girl gang here. The kind of women you do not have to explain yourself to. The kind that show up at the wrong tube stop because you needed them. The kind you would move countries for.
I found a bit of myself too. In the slow mornings, the walks along the river, the bookshops, the evenings that went on longer than planned. London will always feel like home. There is no undoing that.
That's exactly why I keep going back.
REMINDER: you are doing really well. be a bit nicer to yourself. okay? okay.