what I saw in my last day in London (june 10th)

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This was my last day in London. Six days (or seven…) before my flight back home. It wasn’t an entire day like the ones I have already share. This is a couple of hours of walking around. Everything was different because the world is. This is a London post-hard-lockdown, post-first Black Lives Matter protests. I even managed to find “No justice, no peace” that the government couldn’t wash out. The city, the people and I changed since my birthday in February. I walked around in the rain with my hands in the same coat; listening to my fav playlist through the same headphones. So I walked in classical UK weather feeling bittersweet. The new landmarks made me feel this exploring euphoria I needed. The moment I went back to the places I already knew, I felt angry. I wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to explore and see what this city has to offer. As dramatic as it sounds, as a tourist as it was, I almost cried in front of Big Ben. I don’t want to go back because there was so much more I wanted to do. It is out of my control and there are other priorities now. So I blinked away the tears and I promised myself: I will come back and I am going to make this city mine. For now, this is goodbye. // athena, London.