London holds a special place in my heart. It was the first city I visited in Europe, and for many years it was my favourite. I’ve been back a couple of times since moving here, but always with an agenda. This trip was different — this time I got to just be in London.
The week started with work. I got to celebrate a major milestone: my customer at Heathrow went live. As a bonus, I was given a tour of their operations center, which was uber cool. There is something deeply satisfying about seeing the work you do translate into something real and functioning at that scale. Check out the cake!
Then the holiday began.
I saw three plays, which felt like coming home in its own right. I used to go to the theatre all the time and somehow fell out of the habit since moving to Europe. Cabaret was… meh. Six, on the other hand, was absolutely amazing — great energy, great music, great fun from start to finish.
And then there was 1536, which I wasn’t quite prepared for. It was deeply moving, exploring the conflicts around how women are treated — and drawing an uncomfortable but undeniable line between then and now. Not much has changed. It’s the kind of show that stays with you.
I walked a lot. London rewards that. And somewhere between the theatre and the miles on foot, I remembered why I fell for this city in the first place.
I also bought some yarn and started a cardigan. Crafting comes to me when life is calm. I’m hopeful this year will bring that.
It was a nice little holiday.
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