One year ago today, my boyfriend and I were in Brighton, and I left a piece of my heart there.
I've been really lucky to travel quite a lot around Europe with my family when I was younger, but never in my life a city had made me feel the way I felt when I visited Brighton for the first time. Not Paris, not even London or Prague, as much as I love all of them.
I don't know what was it, that made me fell hard for it. Maybe the pebble beach, the promenade, maybe the Lanes, the seagulls squawking, or maybe the smell of doughnuts on the pier. Maybe it was the fog and the wind, the fudge, the arcade or the Pavilion. It was love at first sight, as soon as the train stopped and I stepped foot in the busy station. Maybe it was the salty air, or maybe it was all of it.
Anyway, here's a few shots from our trip that I felt like sharing today. I hope you won't mind the slight drift from my usual content.
Oh, and one year ago today, I was turning 23. And yes, yes: this is a pseudo-cryptic way of telling you that today it's my birthday. Twenty-four feels weird already.