London

I went to London last week. The only purpose of that trip was to write, and I’m very happy I did it, even if I didn’t write as much as I wanted to. Sometimes life gets in the way.

It was very interesting to have a few days free and to know I’d only do a few things: write, walk, and be in my world.

I was very happy to be by myself. I never felt alone. The only thing that bugged me is that inspiration didn’t come when I wanted it to (obviously).

I know I’ll do another trip like this one before the end of the year. Will it be London? I don’t know. I think so, but I’m not sure. Probably not Paris, because it takes me too much energy. I don’t think I’d be relaxed enough.