I’m home. London is overcast but it’s ok, as it’s warm enough to sit comfortably in your house without a blanket around you and that’s good enough for me. I know I was a bit frayed around the edges when I left the UK, but considering the seemingly unending freezing rain, I think it’s fair to say, London, it wasn’t just me but it was you too. I cycled through Mile End Park on Saturday, which was humid and full of flowers and music from the nearby festival, and I thought, this city isn’t so bad after all. And it’s been good to see people. This is one of the things I am thankful to San Francisco for, one thing out of infinity: it provided a fresh perspective. It jolted a fresh outlook into me, electricity directly on skin, and I am a big believer in changing your environment to change your attitude. As my jetlag is slowly fading I am picking up pieces of my life here and remembering why I chose them. After a little time and space, this city feels like my friend again. London is the same but different, just like me.