The time limit is actually arbitrary–you could spend 9-12 hours doing what I did. But most likely you could do it in 4, because I like slow living. Which goes seamlessly into the thought process behind this post. Usually, I don’t make trips into London because it can be kinda stressful. Don’t get me wrong, I love the place. But it’s killer on your physical and emotional health when you’re scurrying past other tourists while crossing hundreds of roads filled with bikers, pedestrians, cars, buses and sometimes trains. The commute alone takes 40 minutes minimum for me. However, I’m returning to the US very soon and I wanted to make a last trip during the waning summer. Alone. And very chilled out.
For me, my personal space is always a work in progress. Even when I lived in the same bedroom for 9 years, I never felt like it was ever completely finished. Though that feeling might be attributed to the fact that I was changing and growing mentally/emotionally so rapidly, I also think it’s because I’m fickle as hell. Case and point, I had an interior design blog for a short while. I’m not proud of how long it’s been since I updated it, but I also think it’s because the impermanence of my college living situations caught up to me. While my style was changing, I was also moving from place to place. Though, I wish I had high quality pictures of my last apartment in college, because that one was pretty close to my true sense of style. I loved that place (and I think my friends did too).
On the last day of Olivia’s Europe trip, we had an impromptu photoshoot. I had been whinging about how I needed to post an Instagram of her before she left–but we kind of just chilled out. So, amidst packing & catching up, we took to the football (soccer) field next to my house and got snap happy. It had been months since I had done portraits, so I was afraid I would be rusty. But I think the photos turned out swimmingly.