London, I’m coming for you…finally. I’ve spent more years than I care to admit fantasizing about London. Not just London—the London. The one that inspires, the one where the streets pulse with creativity and charm, and every corner feels like the possibility of a new life. For the past decade, the dream of going has been taunting me from behind the fog of everyday life. And yet, each time I tried to make it happen, something would intervene. The first time was my son’s medical emergency, a wrenching detour that set me back but, I suppose, saved me from learning that sometimes the universe isn't ready for you to be somewhere. The second time? Oh, that was me—I decided to start my own business, throwing all my eggs into that basket. Another pivot in the story of my life.
But now? This is THE TRIP. The third time’s a charm, right? It's this weekend and I can't wait. I’m finally, finally going to meet with vendors I’ve adored from afar, to chat, to create, to discover. The spark of new relationships, the chance to gain new perspectives, and a little touch of magic—that’s why I’m packing my bags. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even find myself relocating. Dare to dream, right?
So, what’s in my bag, you ask? Picture this: a curated chaos of London-chic and practicality, just enough to not look like I’ve tried too hard, but trust me, I have. Because, as we know, nothing says effortless cool like a suitcase full of intentional clothing choices. Here’s what I’m thinking:
P.S. keep reading for the WHY behind the trip!
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