On the Friday when I landed I had that same giddy feeling bordering on panic that I always have returning to London. The shaky ride on the underground from Heathrow feels way too long and I hurt with every familiar station. I pass Knightsbridge where I got off for work every day for two years, Holborn where I bought all my drunken breakfasts coming straight from a night out, Earl’s Court where I saw a man jump to his death in front of the train and Liverpool Street where I fell in love, scraped my knees, went for a job interview and lived. I don’t any more though, but it sure feels like it. Daniel comes up behind me and kisses my whole face in the middle of the rush hour crowd. It’s warm and dark and we walk together past all familiar places to catch the double decker back to Hackney. It’s too easy to slip back into my old life and just a couple of hours after I have landed it’s as if everything with Hyper Island and Stockholm never was. All around Londoners are already tipsy and excited about the night and it’s contagious. After having dropped off my bag we grab a taxi to go down to my favourite burger spot Meat Mission in Hoxton. Daniel and I order whiskey sours and greasy fries in the converted missionary church, just like we used to. In the speakers they play Eagulls as loud as they can without busting them. Twice. I cannot stop smiling, because I feel like a fucking queen. The rest of the night is spent just as before too. We even walk past our old flat, shouting swearwords, pretending to having hated living there but we know it’s just lies. Frida and Jared meets up with us at a whiskey joint named Satan’s Whiskers where they only play hiphop, and I’m sorry but what more can you ask for. There is so much catching up to do. Bad secrets are being told, sorrow shed, tales of homesickness and adventures and plans and gossip. It’s like when me and Frida lived here as newly hatched teenagers, but now we have jobs and plans for the future. Luckily we still now how to party, and as we stumble back home we swear that we always will. Linn follow me on bloglovin.