I couldn’t sleep last night, so I ended up editing a bunch of #straightfacade
photos from London. I just can’t seem to quit that city, you guys. I’ve been home for almost two weeks, and all I can think about is going for runs along the Thames, walking around the markets, sitting in a tucked-away courtyard at a Waterstones bookstore, and ... and a lot of things. I’m trying to remember if this gut-wrenching ache I feel is what I always feel after a “good” vacation. There’s always letdown, yes; that necessary probe of getting back to “the real world.” But I’ve never before gone a trip that feels NOT like a trip, but like a visit home. This is weird, you guys.