Why I left London

It's now been over one month since I left London and I have since then been getting a lot of questions as to why I left the wonderful big city. The answer is quite simple really: unfortunately my 80 year old grandma became quite ill over Christmas and her being a very important person in my life - practically a second mum - I knew in my heart that I had to be home and near her. 

It isn't because I didn't want to be there; it's just that I'd rather be home at that time.

So will I ever return to London? Oh how I really sincerely hope so! I've had such a spiffing time over there. That city has got me under it's spell and there's too many things I haven't gotten to do over there. Though serving Rita Ora coffee at my first day of work, visiting the Harry Potter studio and spotting Harry Styles in Hampstead can be checked off of my list, there's still friendships I want to envolve, work experience I'm dying to get, bloggers I want to meet, and not to mention lots of carrot cake I can't seem to get enough of. 

I wish I could just order a plaine ticket right this moment and move me and my entire family over there. But wishful thinking doesn't get me no where. Moving to London and living there is quite expensive and as I currently don't have an income my returning seems quite unpromising at the moment. 

If any of my lovely British readers have any idea of how to get an internship or anything in the direction, please slip me a message or comment! 

I'd so love to go back this year.