I loved London. I really did. Maybe this is a surprise because I grew up “hating British things.” Or maybe it’s not because I love Morrissey. Everything and everyone in London is so dang charming. I’ll never forget the young man we talked to on the train who switched from trading obscenities with his female companion to sweetly giving my father-in-law recommendations and asking about Colorado. Or borrowing Nat’s AirPods so I could have Moz playing in the background everywhere I went and everything I did. Having come from Paris (where it felt like nothing worked), getting around London felt so easy. I think can handle international travel once every six years or so 😂 and I would definitely go back to London / England / the UK. I mean, I have to go to Manchester to see where Morrissey grew up, right?

We got back from Europe over three months ago. And boy, does life look different now than it did then. I honestly don’t know when we (as humans) will be able to travel via airplane again. We’re beginning week 6 of working from home, and I bet it’ll be another six weeks or so until things start to go back to normal. I have one more batch of Europe photos on iPhone, then a couple of trips to Cannon Beach to photograph bunnies to post, and then I’m caught up. Today I’m taking photos (at a distance) of my next door neighbors’ / bff’s new baby that arrived last week! Haven’t even gotten to hold him yet and I am 100% in love.