Notes from a brief stay at @hartshoreditch... 🤎 I returned to London this month for the first time in nearly two years. The visit was for less than a day; it needed to be made for various reasons. But I was nervous to go back. The last time I was in the city, I had a partner and we shared an apartment (and more importantly, a dog). So much in my life has changed since then. And I worried I would feel alone and too nostalgic for my own good. How do you navigate a city that you associate with things falling apart? How do you have your own experiences in a place that's covered in someone else's fingerprints? I still don't know if there's a proper answer. Except that you try. I checked into my hotel (and admittedly, made a rather hasty beeline for the bar). I met a friend for dinner and ordered shrimp saganaki for the first time (delicious). I met another friend for cocktails down the street. And then I went to sleep in not my apartment, but in my hotel room. In a city that is not new to me, but is no longer as familiar as it once was. That doesn't change the fact that London played an important part in my life. And that chapter will always be a part of my story. ...Now that I've confronted the past, I'm not afraid of it anymore.