It wasn’t as though the writing was lifeless and uninspiring, it was that it just wasn’t happening. At all. I’ve been looking for a way to say this for the past couple weeks, but never really found the right words to say.
It's the story of a girl from Minnesota that lost her heart to the charms of a historic city, one boot-clad footstep after another. She ran through the streets after a cab that was the only one available in sight, she got lost on the red buses that drove through town too many times to count, she found true love in the cobblestones and she met a man that took her breath away.
As of late, there has been a movement to switch to sulfate-free haircare products. This isn't by any means a recent movement - it's been ongoing for at least a few years. However, it's really picked up traction in recent years. It's nice to see just how much effort people are starting to put into knowing what exactly is going into their personal care products.
I noticed that Londoners have a certain way of communicating with each other on the tube - a form of communication that I am not unfamiliar with, as I've used it many times myself with other Londoners around the city. What is this communication tactic, you might ask? The eye contact, eye-roll and shrug all muddled into one look. It's almost a silent language, but quite entertaining to notice once you've picked up on it.
