farewell, 20 Cockspur

This weekend we say goodbye to our beloved abode. 20 Cockspur Street will forever hold a very special place in my heart along with all of the memories Ben and I made here. There were all the mornings and evenings I found Ben in our living room looking over Trafalgar with his chair turned and coffee in hand. We loved the many meals with friends around the table and conversations that lasted until late in the evening. The “fire escape” hooks were the perfect spot to hang a hammock. Morning coffee and long chats on the couches were my favorite. I adored every time we put on our favorite Spotify playlist and danced our hearts out, worked on homework, or did the dishes (all very distinct playlists). The sun had a way of making its way in all of our million windows early in the morning as the perfect wake up call. Our little Christmas tree fit perfectly in the corner and my heart exploded with Christmas cheer when we could see the Trafalgar Tree from our window perfectly lit up. What a joy it was to hang our heads out of our windows to watch all the parades below. I loved adding little touches to  make it a home and collecting artwork along the way. We were always the first to know of any Trafalgar events and got to cheer several runners and bikers on throughout the year. Ben and I had the pleasure of hosting several friends and family and sharing this little space of ours. Seeing the heart of London right outside, red busses, tourists, and all was such a blessing. I loved all the little quirks and character of this place. I even may miss Chester, our despised, I mean beloved, mouse. (RIP Chester).

I loved our spur of the moment St. James’s picnics, the ability to step outside and be moments away from the center of it all, and the beautiful buildings surrounding us. Our flat even placed us in prime location anytime we were feeling a wine and cheese night thanks to Gordon’s Wine Bar. Our neighborhood definitely had its perks. 

We loved sitting on the lions and enjoying La Gelateria. I will really miss this. Peanut Butter Chocolate Salted Caramel, God love ya. I’ll miss my prime view of Big Ben whilst talking with my Ben.

I will forever love our little “neighborhood” and the feeling of walking down this road to go home. 

And this view will always be one of my favorites.

Thanks for the memories our little humble abode, you will be dearly missed.