(Interspersed are pictures of London not necessarily related to the post – more pics to follow)
While it’s great to be back in Beautiful British Columbia (those Brits are still driving on the wrong side of the road!); I realize that I’ll have an amazing life if I lived in London. It’s where my friends, family and frenemies are and I miss them all so much it makes me sad.
That’s the thing with vacations though; it’s a taunting glimpse of what your life could be if you were independently wealthy and didn’t have to work.
It goes without saying that London was marvelous. I did so much, went so many places even though I didn’t get to do half the things I set out to do. I obviously need a lifetime.
It turned out to be a journey of discovery, although I didn’t set out to find anything.
I discovered the origins of our thalassemia minor.
I’d always wondered where I inherited my unique sense of style until I sat in my aunt’s amazingly cool flat with Philippe Starck furniture while she lauded minimalist design.
I discovered a sisterhood (fortunately not of the traveling pants variety) that I’d long forgotten. 
I took a stab at the source of my family’s dysfunction.
Someone tried to convince me that my father’s traits are because his parents apparently didn’t love him enough – quelle ironie!
I came to resolution regarding my father and I’m sure it’s final.
I discovered amazing friendships and relations. 
And finally, that crazy people abound all over the world.
London on the other hand is still beautiful and full of character.
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