I quickly see a glimpse of myself in the mirror at Central Restaurante in Florianopolis and wonder why the heck I look like Kelly or Brenda from 90210?
In my light blue Levi’s jeans and jean jacket I look like I am impersonating one of the characters in the 90s teenage show.
What have become of me?
Will I soon find a café and order an avocado toast and a flat white with almond milk?
Will I move back to London and share a flare in London Fields and never leave the East side of the city?