The past few weeks have been oddly exhausting. Not because of what has happened; rather because of what could have happened.
It’s all good news (or potentially none at all), but still, being kept in limbo for weeks, depending on a multitude of other people to make it happen (or not) has been wearing me thin. Add to this the exhaustion that comes with living in London in general, and you get one very tired 35-year-old.
I am craving long, lazy days at the beach, the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair. I want to go where the sun always shines, where peaches taste like peaches should and where the most important question of the day will be whether we’ll have lamb or sea bass for dinner.
I am taking a break. From London, from my daily grind and from this blog. (Unfortunately I am also taking a break from my husband, who’ll be going back and forth during the coming weeks.)
Let’s hope there’ll be some good news once I am back. Until then: take care and see you at La Rentrée in September!