Some of you might not be aware that I have been applying to many schools in London to get my Masters in Marketing. I’ve received several acceptances and am excited I will soon be making my decision on which university to attend. From here on out my impossibly dream will become more tangible and real. I’ve been wanting to move to London since I can remember. I’m bit of an anglophile (as written in my “About Me” section) I’m not sure exactly what has always drawn me to London, but I think it’s always the unmentionables that make us fall in love with a place.
I could list the historical nature, old european architecture, swooning british accents, foreign food labels, easy travel between other countries, calming cloudy and rainy days as all reasons why I’ve fallen in love with London over my life. But there is something I can’t put down in words that just makes it feel like home. I’ve had a urning to keep returning and I don’t have the answer for everyone else. Not everyone feels like there is another location in the world that belongs to them, but I do.
I came to London. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. And I was lost. –V. S. Naipaul
I’m excited to take you on my journey to London this year. I’ll be really trying to post several times a week, if not at least one a day. I already post daily content on my Instagram @peoniesandplaces so make sure you follow to see my posts and instastory’s. Eventually I’ll start writing about my favorites in London, recommendations for shopping in town, and even where my weekend travels take me.
I’m more of just a traveler but someone is attracted to and stimulated to aesthetically pleasing things and visual intrigued. That’s why I gravitate towards all things photography, fashion and lifestyle. They all have an importance in my heart. Once classes get rolling I’ll write some posts on marketing tips and tricks and how I’ve been growing my social media following. For now, the future is in process
You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford. -Samuel Johnson
Sometimes I can’t find the words to describe how I’m feeling in that moment, it’s why I’m such a visual person. I feel like with this photo I could say a million things, or nothing at all. Is anyone else like this too?
“An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.”
Oh the Parisian breakfast… 🥐☕️ What a way to start your day, seems like that guy wants it too. This photo is the first of many to come of my inner color story. I’ve finally found a way to manipulate the copper, rusty, fawn-like, autumn hues into the pictures of my dreamland. Follow this blog to see more, but to see the first time their posted check out and follow my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/peoniesandplaces/
“Paris in the early morning has a cheerful, bustling aspect, a promise of delicious things to come, a positive smell of coffee and croissants, quite peculiar to itself. The people welcome a new day as if they were certain of liking it, the shopkeepers pull up their blinds serene in the expectation of good trade, the workers go happily to their work, the people who have sat up all night in night-clubs go happily to their rest, the orchestra of motor-car horns, of clanking trams, of whistling policemen tunes up for the daily symphony, and everywhere is joy.”
If you don’t know already my dreams are continuously of me going back to my favorite spots in the world, boarding a plane, forgetting to pack my pants, or not being able to turn my camera on. For years, if not my whole life I have revisited the ends of the earth when I doze off to sleep.
I’ve always had a travel bug ever since I was a little girl. My father would take me on trips to London, New Zealand and Australia and for Christmas I would receive “Travel by Day” tear off calendars, books and trinkets from places my family had been.
I knew at a young age that I was privileged to see these places and experience these cultures. As I grew up I continued to have the same passion but a fear of flying did hold me back for quite sometime.
“Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest of chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.”
– Pat Conroy
image by peoniesandplaces
After biting the bullet and boarding a plane plenty of times I have realized the memories and photos are so much worth the anxiety of flying. I hope my photos inspire you to take leap of faith and book that ticket to the journey you’ve always wanted to take.