Back to my shoes

Going to Romania was fun - I had work to do, people to meet, a workshop to host, and a photoshoot to attend - but oh how good it is to be home, in London! First of all because here there are no roosters to wake me up too early in the morning.

I came back with a new plan of action and a clear head. I’d so much rather go to Romania for a week, three or four times a year, than go once and stay longer. My hometown is not my home anymore. I love being there and especially the Youth Centre, but it’s simply not home.

Since this little trip went quite well, I’m pretty sure I’ll do it again. I’ll hunt for cheap plane tickets and just go. Anyway, we’re

going again in September. My world returns to normal from tomorrow.