You know that feeling take you get when you’re missing something? Today I woke up missing my time in London last year .
I can’t believe it is almost a year since I jumped on a plane, all alone and with a terrible fear of planes and everything that flies, and explored London for almost 3 weeks.
3 weeks weren’t enough to see and explore everything I wanted to, everything that was on my London Bucket List. But in a way I’m glad I didn’t do everything: that gives me a great excuse to go again.
I had assumed that London wouldn’t fit me as right as Paris does. But gosh, I was so wrong! Now I can’t even choose between Paris and London.
I can’t even explain properly what I like the most about them. In my head I just pictured both of them in certain colours.
Paris is, for me, light pink and lavender with a touch of light yellow.
London is all blue and grey.
I guess that are the natural colours of each city. But it is this colours that I remember all too well. The colours, the energy and the people. The things that I always remember in a place that I visit.
But today, today I am totally missing London and everything I did and everyone I met. I wish I could board on the next plane and just be there for a little while.
Maybe I will do it.