06.07.2013 - 06.07.2013
If London was a person, it would be bipolar. A whirlwind of colours, sounds, lights and scents, constantly changing and fluctuating from week to week, hour to hour, minute to ticking minute.
Recently, work has consumed my days.
Alarm, snooze, breakfast, work, dinner, shower, breaking bad, sleep, alarm...
The medicine to this sick routine is the knowledge that soon it is my birthday and ill be off to Paris. And the daily smile I get from my barista at Starbucks. I can't believe the difference it makes to my work ethic. Just knowing that I have something amazing to look forward to, numbs the fluctuating emotions the London spits at you.
However, she is happy today. A beautiful 25degrees, blue skies and cool breeze. We smile together whilst I soak up the warm rays in our backyard. I have a bit of a nostalgic moment this morning, as I sip my coffee. Thinking back on all the people I've met, the places I've been, and the things I've accomplished, the routine I'm in all seems worth it, just to do it all again.
As I write in my blog, about all the faces I've met, I wonder how many people have included me in their blogs, their journals, their photos and thoughts. It's such an interesting concept, thinking about who's life you might've touched in one way or another.
Anyway, I better get back into my routine. I'm now charged up from the sun and can't wait to smash work over to enjoy the beautiful day whilst London is still happy.