I don't always get that feeling when I leave my hometown. The first time I left Lyon for London, what I felt was nothing short of excitement with a touch of apprehensiveness. The second time, I was shamelessly happy to leave, looking forward to go back to that bubble of energy that is the Great… Continue reading The Cherry on Top
This is the story of how I decided to do nothing. Because I always do everything.
This is the story of how I discovered that Liverpool is the capital of the universe.
This is the story of how I left my Londoner comfort zone (beyond TFL zone 4).
Show must go on, and by show, I mean this beautiful symphonic orchestra that is life.
This is the story of how clumsy I am. EVERYDAY.
This is the story of how I got back into writing.