Remembering Summer

The summer of 2013 was bittersweet. For the first time it really hit home how quickly the sands of time slip between your fingers, no matter how firmly you try to pack them into place with photos, concrete plans inked into diaries and bear-hugs with friends you don't want to let go of. 

I had a really magical time, first going to Bologna with university friends to teach English to children in a tiny local church, then having my flatmates come down to London to see me. 

I saw 'Once' the musical, ate at Borough Market for the first time, surveyed London from the Shard, and then had my own Roman Holiday in Italy with my beautiful family. 

Friends from school gave me the best send off anyone could ask for with cocktails and a 'Despicable Me' cake. But all of it was tempered by the knowledge I'd be leaving for a year for Paris. I can't believe how lucky and blessed I've been with all the opportunities I've been given. Moving on is hard to do, but I don't think I'd change anything, given the brilliant experiences I've had so far in Paris.

A snap-chat I sent to friends after booking my trip

I made this video so I'd have something to look back on - and I'm so glad I did. I can't travel back in time, but this is a small way of flipping the hourglass back over and seeing time spent run its course again:

 À Bientôt !

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