01/04/2026
London, this is not easy to write.
I loved you from the moment I landed.
You held me through some of the hardest chapters of my life — Covid, the loss of my job, the loss of my home, the uncertainty of not knowing what would come next. And yet, somehow, you still became the place that gave me so much back. Even after everything, I found my way to you again.
These past five years have been some of the best of my life. You fulfilled my soul in ways I could never have imagined. In this city, I found myself. I grew into myself. I fell in love with the person I was becoming.
And then, in the middle of that journey, I met my partner. Across distance, we built a love that grew into something even more beautiful: our Baby A.
London has been so much more than a city to me. It has been my safe place, my fresh start, my teacher, my shelter, and my dream. It helped me grow professionally and personally, brought me closer to who I really am, and in so many ways quietly made space for the life I have today.
This past week has been full of boxes, packing tape, and a very heavy heart — but also hope for what comes next. We tried to soak in as many British things as we could before leaving: a Sunday lunch in the only pub I truly love (because, honestly, I am still not really a pub person), fish and chips, time with dear friends, and those little ordinary moments that suddenly mean everything when you know you are saying goodbye.
And now, the hardest part: leaving the home that was not only mine, but Baby A’s too. This is the home she came back to after being born. The home where she lived so many of her firsts. The home where she first called me mamma.
Thank you, London, for welcoming me, holding me, changing me, and giving me wings and dreams.
Until next time. 🤍
