Volvi a Londres ayer, pero mi corazón todavía está en Argentina.

It may only have lasted 15 days, but I feel as if I've learnt a fair bit about myself. Not many would consider it a journey of self-discovery and realisation, and I certainly did not set out 16 days ago with the intention of finding myself, but I feel as if I've grown.

I've learnt to trust myself again simply by the fact that I went to Argentina all by myself, without knowing much Spanish, simply trusting in the higher power that takes care of fools, and managed not only to get by, but had the time of my life and just about glowed.

I was told by more than a few people that I had the perfect smile and a great energy about me that made others around me happy. I was told that I had talents for a great many things by people who know about such things and then proceeded to prove this to me by pushing me beyond what I thought I was capable of doing at my level.

I also saw some of the greatest, most spectacular and awe-inspiring natural sights in the world, and I have been so incredibly blessed by that. How anyone can see these things and not believe that there is a great creator out there is beyond me.

Just under two and a half weeks ago, I was more than a little stressed out and nervous about how much I'd built this trip up and whether I could manage all by myself, and also rather tense about the biggest purchase of my life to date.

Since then - or at least for today - I return a much happier person, with more friends, thoroughly enriched by my experiences and inspired to keep on going to try more, and to consider the possibility of pursuing a new mid-term goal when I have been drifting a little aimlessly for the past two years or so.

I am also the proud owner of my very own London pad.

All just a few weeks before I turn 30.

This truly has been the best birthday gift I could have given myself. It wasn't cheap, but it was worth every single penny, cent and peso, and so, so, so much more.