trace i left in ldn
thank you Sam for photographing this for me; my old shoes, my old place, old floor and my instax. all left behind in london.
What moving across the continent taught me
I could wrap this post up with one word: being ruthless with your possessions pays off. Literally. Although it's not that simple nor straightforward. Let's start from the very beginning. Just over fifteen years ago, I moved to London (perhaps it’s worth mentioning that at the time, I didn’t know I was moving to London, but that’s a story for another day). The plane was boarding at Luton Airport, and I had only a 70-litre rucksack and a small cabin-sized backpack with me. My starter kit to begin a new life in a new country (although at the time the plan was to have a six-month 'workation' in order to get an actual vacation in Southeast Asia). Time flew, and as I was settling in, various household and decorative items just drifted towards me, such as blue cushions that I still happen to have ( ! ), because they never lost their bounciness, then a mid-century coffee table (still got it!) and even a photograph of an old man that I found in my then-home (then a squat; previ...
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