A goodbye-party and the day after




We hung out in beds, sofas until the first tubed arrived at 7am in the morning and people got kicked out. I was lucky enought to get to stay though and sleep for another couple of hours. Witnessing both a yelling neighbour and my flowers that had ended up in a glas with beer.




At 2pm we were all out the door, the boys going for a real english breakkie at the local pub, me to take a tube for a house viewing in Miles End. The apartament was on the 9th floor and had a crazy view over London. Not so often you get to see the city from above like that. Then I made my way back to Shoreditch and bought myself a little too expensive fetacheese toast before heading home to west and crash in to bed.
Last night i huged the boys goodbye at a pub in Dalston. So hard I lost both my silver earrings.
Gonna miss them soso much.
Gonna miss them soso much.