It has been a lifetime since I wrote here. Since my last post, I have moved to NY, lived in a tiny shoebox which had all the NY apartment nightmares you hear of – mice, messy room mates blah blah and I have survived to tell the tale, I have completed my 2 year long masters which came with its highs and lows but was on the whole an amazing experience. I have left the last 2 years a stronger, more independent person with many new experiences, more
stamps on my passport and several amazing friends.
Now I am on a 3 month hiatus before I start working. I have quite the whirlwind of a travel planned. I will be in Africa (specifically Tanzania, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana and Namibia) for 40 days! It promises to be quite an adventure with safaris, beaches, camping and overlands. I cannot wait.
Before starting that, I thought it would be nice to get some solo introspective time. So I am in London for 2 weeks. London is as lovely as only London can be. It is hard for me to explain why I love London as much as I do. Compared to NY, London is a much softer city. I am staying in Brick Lane and the East end is a neighborhood I have never explored. It reminds me of Lower East Side and Williamsburg rolled into one. Immigrants and hipsters walking hand in hand. Curry houses and avant garde art galleries standing side by side. It is quite amazing. I love it. I have found my very own coffee house with amazing cappuccino and a wonderfully quirky crowd, and I hang out there, read, people watch and go for long walks.🙂 it has been fun.