The city of my heart

             For days it is the first time ever that I have seen it rain in Nevada. No doubt, after spending almost a year in rainy England it reminds me of the city of my heart – Manchester. All the good times that I had, all the friends that I’ve made, all the life lessons … Continue reading The city of my heart

I was here: everywhere

           I must admit: nostalgia is not my element. But, surprisingly for myself, today I was all about it. I was going through old journals and diaries (who does not have them?!), postcards and what not.            Finally I found a box with fridge magnets, carefully collected from all over the world. I swear, I … Continue reading I was here: everywhere