It’s 6 years since I was in London. I always get reminiscent about my time there around my birthday, I celebrated my 22nd year during my stay and I believe that will always be the year and the birthday that I will love the most.
When I can’t sleep, I drift back to my tiny little room that I shared with two other people. The sounds of taxis cruising by, horns honking at bicyclists and the daily commute of the locals. We lived 3 floors above a Starbucks so the smell of coffee awoke me every morning. I can still feel Regents Park under my feet, the soft grass between my toes and the instant peace that filled my soul when I entered the beautiful park. I remember thinking all I wanted was to bring my family back someday and lay in that very spot.
The night life was anything but boring and the pubs were loud and cheerful. Football on the TV, rickety floor boards and english accents filled my head. I learned more over wine in the Marylebone Tup, than I had in my prior 22 years. Debate was encouraged and I never felt discouraged to have an opinion. Topics of American politics, reality TV and comparisons of countries were always a good laugh.
I realized that I have documented a lot of things in my life that just sit on my hard drive… this is the kick off to my diary of photographs. ❤