About a month ago I got the opportunity to go to Europe. A dream of mine since I was a very little girl. I flew from LA to London to meet one of my best friends who is currently living over there for school. The flight was a good 11.5 hours, the cool news was a made a friend on my plan ride over! A fellow dog lover and adventure seeker. London was truly magical. A place that all my childhood fantasies and stories took place in. The history packed into every single street is overwhelmingly breathtaking. I fell in love with the culture. With the cafes. The broadways. The pubs. Teas. Scones. Busses. Undergrounds. Overground’s. Museums. Art. Shopping. Buildings, Buildings, Buildings! Oh, London how my soul felt WHOLE when I was in you!
I was in London for 11 days and every day was a new adventure. Far different from my little suburban town I live in in America. I had four days in London on my own while my friend worked. Those days were precious. I got to get lost.Find my way. Explore. Talk to people so I could find my way. Stumble upon amazing places. Figure out a big city! These days of solitude were really big In my healing process. I kept thinking…I can do this on my own. I can take care of myself. I guess I started believing in myself.