Feels good to be back in good ole London.

As I run around trying to figure out my current money situation i realise just how much I missed this glorious city whilst I was away.

The expensive living. The public transportation. The hussel and bussel of all those around me.

It feels good to be home again.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a fantastic vacation.

Seeing all my family and friends was something I needed… but not for more than a few weeks.

After being away I realised just how much I have made a new family, full of wonderful, crazy people, from all over the world.

I love my London Family.

Seeing some of them last night made my so incredibly happy.

Oh, how I had missed them.

As we sat there and laughed, chatting over a drink in Harrow, it felt like we had never left London. Like we had not been separated for a month.

Nothing had changed.

There is just something about this city that makes me feel more at home than I do in Florida, my real home of residence.

Home is where the heart is.

One of my favourite sayings and its truly has so much truth behind its meaning.

Home really IS where your heart makes it to be.

For me, my heart is in London.

London is my home.