It has been several weeks since I came back from Paris, and I have settled back into my busy London life. I have been doing work experience at a local paper which has made me very very happy. I have been interviewing interesting people, visiting interesting places, and best of all... I have been writing.
After several weeks of frantic searching I have found a lovely new home where I shall move in just over a week's time.
So all in all things are pretty Bon-Maman finest jam-my.
But. Every now and then I get this strange feeling in my stomach - the feeling that I have forgotten something.
I think I have realised what it is. London may be my lovely home for now and may be keeping me busy and happy. But.