
Last Monday, I grabbed my bags, shut the windows,locked the doors, handed over my keys and got a ride to the airport with lovely Artemis. I didn’t look back at the house neither did I say goodbye. Not because I will be coming back to my tiny Athenian kitchen any time soon, it’s just that goodbyes feel like slamming a door behind you. This is not my casual break to London like I normally do. I’m going back to my old home.




