Before starting my trip I was telling everyone "I am going to live in London one day", but after spending a week there, and a week in several other places, I've realised that might be the single biggest lie I've told everyone I know. What I didn't tell everyone before I started my trip was "I am going to live in Brighton one day", and right now, that's something I truly believe.
Brighton was a unique, colourful, bustling yet calm city with people from all different walks of life. There was the busy city center and lanes, the wonderfully uncomfortable pebble beach, and the quiet grassy country-ish sides. Everything about it reeled me in, wondering what hidden treasure is hidden around the next corner or down the next narrow alley. What street art was I going to find on the next wall? What hippie event was I going to experience next weekend at the hove lawns? What would life be like were I to live here?
When my friend, Thalia, and I google things to do in Brighton there were multiple events ranging from a food and music event on hove lawns to a little garden charity party. By coincidence, and to our delight, we met Zoe Sugg, Alfie Deyes, Poppy Deyes and Sean Elliot at this charity event. A little exciting moment amongst our travels in the UK.
Spending a week in one place is long enough to do many of the touristy things, as well as run out of those things to do and spend some time just living. I've realised that living in Brighton might well be something to write down on my bucket list.