I travelled to the end of the world and came back with over 300 pictures and over 300 000 beautiful memories. Sharing a fraction of them with you, hope it's ok.
As much as I miss London and nearly cry every day when thinking of smallest things (today I had an emotional meltdown when thinking of walking from Notting Hill Gate to West Kensington after work one day and it was not the most pleasant walk everyone has ever had in their lives trust me) and as much as Malta was the most magical week of my life, it is good to be home-home for a while. Away from my dissertation, job and internship hunting, away from endless tube journeys and just staying on top of things. Couple more weeks to recharge my batteries.