Searching through a long abandoned cupboard shelf the other day, I discovered a plethora of forgotten things. A Union Jack paper lantern that we had bought to take on a picnic (it was an optimistic purchase even when we first saw it), a New Zealand passport holder still in the embossed box and a box full of art supplies that I had enthusiastically purchased intending to brighten the world one randomly sent homemade card at a time (properly nice, non-froufrou ones FYI).
And it got me thinking about home.
According to Wikipedia, Thanksgiving is a federal holiday in the United States, celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November. This dry description leaves out that it’s the tradition of gathering with your family and friends – and Thanksgiving in London at Aqua Shard was something even more special again. Disclosure – this time we were guests of Aqua Shard but all thoughts are as ever my own.
Many years ago when I was a university student in New Zealand, I was adopted by a crew of expat Americans.
I blearily cracked open an eyelid – my proper first view of a London morning was framed by the bright red struts of a dorm room bunk bed. I was finally here, and I knew my first job was finding a flat to rent in London. Disclosure: This post was commissioned by Nestpick, who work with more than 1 million listings from 100 trusted partners to provide expats with the biggest selection of mid-to-long term furnished apartments for rent on the internet.
When I arrived in the UK 13 years ago, I had booked my (relatively expensive) temporary accommodation in a hostel on the recommendation of my Travel Agent for a couple of days of as a stop-gap, so that I could start to get my bearings in the city.
My Dearest London,
I feel like I’ve said why I live in London a hundred different times and in a hundred different ways. After all this time I utterly adore you. Even when you drive me crazy. It’s all your fault.
After exclaiming at my British accent (for some reason I seem to be at pains to tell people I am of antipodean origin) people always ask me how I ended up living on the other side of the world. It’s a strange combination of a gypsy soul, an obsession for old buildings and the unusual feeling of homecoming on Heathrow tarmac despite never setting foot on English soil before. But the reason for staying is you (plus a bloke and green-eyed cat which are both definitely your fault.)
I straight up adore travel blogging. It’s made me the person I am today, and I won’t apologise for loving it. Running my corner of the internet, I’ve learned more than I could ever imagine – both about myself and the world around me. So, I thought I’d put together a collection of 9 of the most important travel blogging lessons I’ve learned.
Blogging is wonderful. The amazing community who share your obsession, curiosity and wanderlust. The experiences you find yourself emotionally richer, and possibly cash poorer for. The wealth of skill learning (photography, story-telling, promotion, networking, design and dedication). The feel-good audience feedback. The amazing advice (travelling tips, expat stories, recipes and musings on life.) Ps. all of these gorgeous photos were taken by the lovely Amy at Toothbrush Travels on a day trip we took into the English countryside.