missing the wintry weather and terminal 4

London was bleak. And cold, so cold that I couldn't feel my face sometimes, that I had to wrinkle my nose just to make sure I can still feel my face. How do I gauge whether it was cold that day? Breathe out of my mouth to see if the air I exhaled turned into white fog, just like in the movies. But London was also an eye-opener. A home to museums and great artworks. Being in London felt a bit like home, as we talk about the ambitions we had when we were little in a local coffeeshop. Why is it that they say 'home is where the heart is'? There was no where else that I would want to be.