Travel/Style

The Saturday morning sun shines through the lace curtains of our new room. With a sigh I remembered only six months ago a beautiful day like this would be enough for me to call a couple of friends, get on a train, and have a weekend adventure. But this weekend I was definately staying at home.

In part of my commitment to giving London a proper shot with my proper boyfriend I made a conscious decision this should mean less travel and more London. The problem was, the more I stayed in London, I realised the more I actually bought lovely things for travelling, like the perfect lightweight-yet-adorably-cute compact mirror, or the perfect size bag that only just meets the requirements for cabin baggage so I can fit in as much as possible on my next flight!

I’m saving for my yearly trip home so for the next couple months so these kind of issues are in the forefront of my mind. Itchy feet and empty wallet. Story of my life.

I pulled the dusty curtains to one side letting the light flood in our lovely Victorian bedroom and pulled up the bay windows. I put on my sunglasses and sit on the ledge, dangling my feet in the air. If I close my eyes and block out the sounds of the streets, I can pretend I’m sitting at the end of a jetty in a seaside town far away.

Soon..