Why I left London

Burning down my old life, selling almost everything I own and becoming free!

Oh my god, hello!

First of all, I want to say that I HAVE MISSED YOU.

In case you missed it - over the last year I’ve sold nearly everything I owned, let go of my agents and team, moved out of London, and now I’m currently living in Los Angeles.

In my happy place, where the fuchsia bougainvillea that’s dripping all over the streets matches the colour of my hair!

I have been so overwhelmed with the magic and chaos of uprooting my entire life and moving to the other side of the world (all by myself!) that I’ve had trouble knowing where to even START with my next newsletter.

I like to marinate in my own magic and stories before sharing them with others, and so much has been unfolding here since I arrived in L.A. But I’ve finally settled in and found some words to share with you.

It’s been a wild couple of months. So let’s dig in…

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Have you ever felt the urge to set your entire fucking life on fire?

I’m not talking about a reactive, emotional decision to blow up your life, I’m talking about a calm, intuitive knowing - almost like a PING! that swiftly hits your gut - letting you know with unquestionable certainty that your time in a relationship, friendship, city or career is just fucking…done?

It doesn’t matter how good it looks from the outside, how much you think you ‘should’ want this thing, or how much other people want you to have it…

It just doesn’t suit you anymore. It feels wrong. And you can’t ignore it.

Last year, I felt that PING! with my life in London.