Nomadic Emma

My brain is awash with long and tiresome phrases such as 'cultural discontinuities', 'symptomatology across ethnic groups' a...

I bought this get up in Toronto, November of last year. At the time I was romanticising about wearing a mountain of ice blue fluff in the de...

Feel uber -urban as you step onto the Eurostar at the brand spanking new St Pancras Station, London. Until you find yourself surrounded by...

Number 9 on the list of things to do in London before you die of chronic lung disease is......Vote. On Thursday I exercised my democratic ri...

Clapham Common - April 6th And less than three weeks later, on the 26th.... Summer. It was lovely to see you today, after such a long time a...

Phone turned up this morning with an exceptionally coy look on his face. But otherwise in good health. Wallet, Keys, Jacket and I were all v...

I've always been amazed at the way my belongings manage to stick with me. Particularly after a long night. If you could see footage of...

Lately I have been struggling with the concept of 'home'. Home for me now is here. 11 Langham House. It is the eighteenth front door...

This story of a small town girl living in big city London is a well-rounded tale in most respects. There is drama; comedy; laughter and tear...

Two days ago it was 17 degrees and I walked home from work wearing my sunglasses and a dress. This is the sight I was greeted with when I wo...