Dear London: I am coming back!
Well... It has been almost 5 months since I left London... I started the year back “home” in Brazil, coming here for a bit of sunshine and to take care of some (not so fun) family affairs. It has been a good trip, overall. But while the palm trees, beautiful beaches, pão de queijo and familiar faces are feeding my soul, there’s this soft, ever-present tug at my heart... ... here I am, nearly at the end of my trip, and I find myself missing the drizzle, the chaos, and the comforting sound of international English on every corner. Counting the days to be back, even to feel cold again. I hear spring has been generous this year, while I am so far away. Maybe it’s homesickness. Maybe it’s just habit. Or maybe it’s time to reconnect with the version of me who first found magic in red buses, free museums and the everyday poetry of London life. And wrote endlessly about it all. So, in a slightly nostalgic haze, I decided to breathe life back into this very old blog. I still can’t ...