I don’t listen to musicians in halves. Usually they brutally kick their way into all my playlists for a week or two, and then hang out in the background when the next jumps in. Kate’s killing it! Call it uncool or unsophisticated, it’s got a lot of heart.
I’m sick of being the bitch that you think I am.
I never understood;
understood that man.
Missing home² a lot tonight.
Sometimes you’ve just gotta sit down, make yourself an old fashioned, and talk to the internet about your life a bit.
Easing back into the YouTube chair. Easier said than done, but I love it all the same. If you’ve got a bottle of Bourbon, join me for a round and say hello.
I think we all have one we’re given, and one we choose.
And even though I know this - and that I’ll be back soon - it breaks my heart to leave London a little more every time. You’d think I’d be used to the transatlantic dance by now. The hellos, goodbyes, and the fact that I can never stand on stable ground with a ticking time bomb in my pocket. Just when a routine’s formed - it’s broken. Same goes for relationships, diets, and local cafés. It’s a bit melodramatic, but I’m just quite looking forward to staying in one place for a while.
It’s on the horizon, all in good time - I’m only 22. But I can’t say I don’t dread airports and the wave of horribly dressed Americans waiting for me at Logan Airport. This being said, I’m grateful. Beyond those gates are my family, friends, and pets. It’s not all bad. I just love (adore, even) my life here. What I’ve built for and by myself, standing on my own two feet. Oh! And quick kettles.
As I’m packing away the last of my things, notably a pair of forgotten champagne flutes, I’m realizing how much has changed in the last two years or so. And it’s all happened here. This summer’s been thrillingly pivotal, and I can’t wait to see what adventures this city has in store for me next. It’s the end of an era.
Welcome to the modern age.
I got to hang out in a gin oasis with Jamie from City of London Distillery.
For more on the distilling process, 180 gins, and more - pressing play on this video is a good idea!
Not with a person. But, a city. It’s been five years and it’s still romance most days - but the kind where I’m not afraid to go around disheveled on occasion or a bit hungover. It’s a comfortable love. London and I are in it for the long run, it seems - and each visit only reinforces that. I’m having the best time this summer — it’s been great to reconnect with this place on my own terms, outside of a relationship that ultimately taught me the importance of standing my ground and demanding better (which I suppose is worthwhile, in it’s own right!), and finding that if anything - I love it more now. Not to sound horribly decadent - but I really had spent so much of the last year completely heartbroken that I couldn’t see any of the progress I was making. Turns out, I wasn’t just hanging around my house in nighties watching Mad Men. Hell yeah!
That’s the long & short of it. Just in a good headspace, with great friends, and a much better outlook.
Onwards & Upwards,
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