• I miss waking up on Baker st.

• Walking in the cold wind to Regent’s park.

• Stopping by Starbucks for my Caramel Machiato (extra hot).

• Going to class with complete strangers.

• Going back home, stopping by Tesco and preparing my meal.

• Crazy London nights that never seem to end.

• Endless hangovers that became so natural.

• Sunny days in the park.

—-> LONDON BLUES <—-

Beirut I love you, London I belong with you.