London

I’m already battling with myself about how much to document. When to experience something without the burden of a camera, and when to realize I can’t possibly etch all of this into my mind. I should just give in already and carry around the damn camera. Just give in and accept that I am absolutely, 100%, without any doubt—a tourist. In London I decided the camera wasn't always worth it. (Especially since London was pretty much just one big hangover.)

 Hot dogs and champagne. Camera-worthy moment.

London is generally an old New York with much sillier slang terms and way too many types of change. SERIOUSLY. I wish I kept all those coin purses my grandma used to give me because I have no idea what to do with all of this change.