Day 3 in London started out the best any day could, with sleeping in! Spent the afternoon taking a tour of the Tower of London and the Crown Jewels. I became enthralled by the rich history of the Royal Family, with all their gold and their fancy rituals and saw the biggest cut diamond in the entire world (530.2 carats)! 

We embarked on an hour and a half walk back to our hotel. Up and along the River Thames, to find and walk on the famous Wobbly Bridge (or known to me as the Harry Potter bridge). It was hot and sunny, but with plenty of beautiful riverside views.

We ended up resting in the back courtyard of some museum, sat on a bench and listened to an electric violinist busk on the street. Massaged my feet on a little marble bench and after awhile we started our way back down the trail back to Westminster. To my delight we found a cute little place called Gourmet Pizza, where we decided we’d come back to to have our last London supper. We turned the corner and then there it was… the most beautiful spot I’ve ever been.

A little look out off the corner of the street. It was a small quiet area with little black benches and cute little trees. We both stopped and stared and all we could say was, “wow.” The water was bluer than usual, as it reflected the rarely blue London sky. Boats sat there swaying, music from a nearby restaurant was softly playing, and I don’t even think I could properly breathe. Signature european apartments lined the streets across the river, looking like something cut out from a magazine. Spen and I just stopped and stared and after a few minutes decided it’s the best place for us to take our very first picture together.

We sat for awhile there just talking and staring out at this world we thought we’d never see. I thought the best part was going to end there, as we got up and headed back to the hotel. But as the sun was setting we made our way back down to the trail, sat and waited for our turn on the London Eye, walked around the pier taking pictures.

It was a nice warm night, on a calm romantic walk along the river. There were blue lights hanging in the trees, small waves crashing on the pier. It was the sweetest walk I’ve ever taken, in one of the most enchanting places. We just barely made it to Gourmet Pizza before they closed, and sat and ate the most delicious meal.

Another slow walk along the river, just taking everything in. We took turns throwing our leftover coins into the water, and laughing at my terrible aim. The walk back seemed to take forever but at the same time feeling like it wasn’t as long as I would have liked it to be.

Where I was, who I was with and what I was doing, were all just a collection of simple little things, but something happened to me that night that I can’t exactly explain. It was the realization that my life long dream had finally come true. I was standing there in London, the one place I vowed I needed to go before I died. It was the realization that I wasn’t just standing there taking it all in all alone. I was standing there with him, a boy I used to sit around and talk about thinking he would never exist. It was the realization that all this stupid stress I was putting on myself over the past few months to be perfect and have the perfect life I always dreamed of was completely useless. It was already going to turn out that way, I just needed to stop and look.

It’s one of those days that I know I’ll always remember, the images forever burned in my retinas. I don’t know how anything could ever beat that day, but we’ll see if the universe will take that as a challenge. Haha.

I wrote my first play when I was 8. Created my first comic book at 9. Wrote my first short story at 10, got it reviewed by a real new york published author at 11. Wrote two movies when I was 12. Wrote my first award-winning book at 21…

all without knowing this was my purpose or direction.

I used to brag to my family how I was going to be the greatest filmmaker in the world some day.  I was going to be the greatest actress and then the greatest writer. Back when I was 8, scribbling notes, and imaging scenes, and directing friends, that’s when everything started. It was the first time in my life I ever felt passionate about something. The first time I ever believed I would become something real.. something amazing.

I was born to be some sort of artist.

This I know. And this I will never forget.

I’ll get there. Despite the recent struggles, I know I’ll get there. Because everything in my entire universe, everything in my entire soul, knows, that’s exactly where I’m meant to be.