Foxhill House in winter

“When a Man is Tired of London, He’s Tired of Life…”

I find myself missing UK more and more lately. It was a place a built and created a new life of my own from scratch – perhaps it’s the longing for independence and the freedom that I miss. It has been a good 11 years since I been back but I can still vividly remember the tons of memories etched with the people I love dearly, as though it all just happened a couple of weeks ago.

God-willing, I’ll be back before the end of this year. I know things have changed and perhaps not much will look familiar anymore, but to me, London will still always be home🏡❤️

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