So, here’s what’s what:

The last few weeks of my trip played host to every ridiculous insecurity two people can harbor in a relationship, and consequently the boyfriend and I were not on speaking terms. I knew what this meant, but I was determined to enjoy this trip anyway.

I visited Paris and London (details to come!) and both visits were amazing. I had the chance to meet some wonderful people and see things I never thought I’d see.

I flew home from London.

My family was knee-deep in moving preparations.

My boyfriend was noticably absent.

And the absolute state of panic that comes with returning to reality from an extended vacation set in like no other.

Boy and I broke up about 3 hours after I landed in Los Angeles.

And I preceeded to spend the next month hiding in my hole and burying myself in other things to do, like pack and then move and then boss people around regarding where three foot tall prints of my toddler face should be hung.

When I’m in a state like this, it’s nearly impossible for me to do anything creative (like blogging…or taking pictures..hense the lack of updates.) But it’s been a month, and I’m workin’ it out, so it’s back to work for me.

Speaking of work. No one ever tells you how unenjoyable working is when you could be traipsing around London again! I love my job, but it’s no jog through Trafalgar Square, ya know?

Will write again soon. With pictures. I promise.