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In April Daniel and I had been together for three whole years. That’s close to an eternity for me, and to celebrate we tried to rent this dream cabin in Dungeness, a seaside wasteland in the British desert. Just the two of us out in nowhere for a weekend. DREAMY HUH??
Instead we only got as far as Hampstead Heath in north London haha. Unfortunately the cabin was taken and I didn’t have enough money to go elsewhere. As true east londoners who never seem to leave the borough it did feel like a faraway holiday wandering through the open plains.
We walked through the old gardens of the wealthy people who used to own the lands, passed grand estates on the dirt trails sheltered beneath old trees. There is a lot going on in our lives right now. Jobs to be decided, positions to be abandoned, countries to leave and flats to find. Daniel and I are more than confused and living apart there are so many needed conversations that fall away over Skype. Finally it was just us two for hours having time to talk about these things without rushing off to meet anybody.
With the strong wind having torn my hair and my clothes, I felt as worn as when having been out at sea for a whole day. It’s become a tradition to stop by at the tiny cider and ale house called the Southampton Armsevery time we visit Hampstead Heath, and after a few hours outside that’s where we headed.
Occupying one of the odd tables by the bar we listed things we wanted to do when we travel two weeks to NYC and Toronto this summer and how we should save up money to travel to Seoul in a couple of years. Around us old couples in denim jackets and perms put their toddler grandchildren on the bar and told them stories of their motorcycle trips.
When the ale was finished and we had listened through half an album with Fleetwood Mac I forced Daniel to admit that he wanted to watch the Arsenal match. Down the road we entered another pub that was packed with supporters and squeezed between chairs and people spilling their pint glasses in excitement we watched Arsenal beat some other team. Despite not really caring about the sport I can’t help but getting involved and annoyed in my competitiveness.
When the sun set and I was starving we took the underground back to Shoreditch to have dinner at the new Korean restaurant On the Bab.
I of course ordered bibimbap. Not the best one to be honest but the beer though!
Slightly tipsy we made huge plans on everything we should do together in the future. What flat we should buy in what area and how we should get a joint studio to work together from and what the name of our freaking dog should have. Something that would’ve freaked me out before, whilst now it’s just exciting.
Suddenly three years felt so tiny in comparison to how much time I want to spend with him. I’ve stopped being realistic with how love never lasts after my slightly drunken conversation with my oracle Sandra in New York back in 2012. She said that what’s the point of even being in love if you don’t act like it should and will last forever?
During the two weeks I had a personal project at my school Hyper Island I decided to fly over and work from my boyfriend’s house in London. There was one day that was particularly difficult to get any work done. The winds blew in a 26 degrees from outside and I didn’t want to touch my keyboard.
Daria (my former classmate from when I studied a BA in Advertising at London College of Communication) messaged me that she had a bottle of prosecco to celebrate my living in London again (although only for a short amount of time). I saw it as a perfect excuse to leave all my troubles behind and walk in bare legs and high heels to meet her in Hackney.
The park was crowded despite being midday on a weekday. A mist covered the area from youngsters barbecuing in the grass and the tiny dress I was wearing felt way too hot.
In a corner of the park we claimed a tiny space trying to hide from former one night stands and bosses that had fired us. We felt glamorous despite having to drink our prosecco with straws out of pepsi mugs. She told me about her new life after her divorce, spanish mannies (male nannies) and her own company coding websites for brands.
In the middle of our intense conversations I saw two little girls swish by on their scooters and it was my old nanny kids! My heart just cramped up and I almost started crying because I had missed them so much. The two lovely little badass ladies who saved me by letting me take care of them last year when I went through a dark depression. I texted their mum instantly to let them know that I needed to see them ASAP with her responding “We miss you every day! Come by tomorrow – the girls will be ecstatic!”.
At six I kissed Daria farewell and met up with my eternal girl crush Kajsa by the canal.
We bought pizza and cans and sat down in the park again. It’s difficult being able to properly hang out with all my friends when I usually only go back for a couple of days. Therefore I was so grateful to be able to spend two whole weeks here and get some proper alone time. It’s well needed, perhaps especially being girlfriends. Nothing will ever beat the friendship between chicks.
The sun set and Scottish boys tried to pick us up with cheesy lines. We played Abba and went through our parents instagram accounts in embarrassment, told stories of friends wedding plans and drank beer. When Wednesday passed over to Thursday and my skin was still naked in the night, I said bye to Kajsa and walked through Hackney back home. I sincerely hate you winter and I’m so glad that you have disappeared.