London…the good, the bad and the...

My brave brother and My Eva

Me

Swans in the Round Pond...

A moment captured...

Father and son...

The day we had Eva's funeral...

Sometimes I miss the innocence of being a tourist, seeing London through fresh, new eyes.
This city can truly break you if you let it, as any big city I guess but to come from my little city in Sweden to this. it's a change.
Sometimes I still loose my step and sight of my goal. I find myself so close to just give up and go home, thinking " What's the point ".
I stress, I'm getting older and none the wiser it seems sometimes at least. People at home getting married, having babies, buying houses…me…chasing a dream. Holding on to every breath of good I can possibly find here.

I don't know.

Saw a photo of Eva today as I was browsing my computer…I started crying.
I miss her so much and can't believe she won't be there when I go home for holiday.
I want her to be there.

This is why at this very moment I'm very sad.
I want my "happy" back!