I’ve been back from London for a few weeks now, which means I’m officially back in the thick of reality. Back to me no longer prioritizing my desires, but instead paying them off. Yuckity-Yuckity-Yuck, and ouch! Why didn’t someone stop me swiping and tapping so much? I was born and raised back in not-so-sunny London, this point will become relevant in a bit, but no matter how long I’ve been stateside, going home still hits deliciously different. Continuing to manifest being there on a more permanent basis… a girl has to have dreams, right? London, Apparently, Is Now the Sun But this time around, summer of 2026… introducing the weather.…
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Splurge or Save? What’s the Best Choice for You?
Random chats with friends often spin into the best convos. Case in point: my last trip home to London, soaking up some back home goodness and catching up with friends and fam, an interesting topic came up out of nowhere, it seemed. One of the crew brought his new-to-me boo, over my Bestie’s place. Me and my US fam usually split our time home between my sister’s and my Bestie’s pads. The day either of them start charging Airbnb rates, I’ll personally cry buckets in court and sue for emotional distress and abuse. Roll that ‘Help me, I’m poor’ scene from Bridesmaids… now picture me, every single time I travel…
