Since moving back to London to do my internship a month ago I’ve been living out of a suitcase. First at my boyfriend’s and then last week at our friend’s house. On Saturday though, when I looked this fab, it was time for me and Daniel to pack up our stuff and deflate the mattress in Saboune’s living room. We were finally moving into our own flat!
Having transferred over our deposit and zipped up our suitcases we walked down to the Royal Oak on Columbia Road to have a pint with Amel, Kajsa, Mike and Saboune. I cannot describe how cold it was outside. Like knives the icy winds sliced through my clothes. I hope this winter will be short.
Thank god that Britain has warm and welcoming pubs in every corner. Kajsa was happy as she’d spent the weekend in Copenhagen, plus found both a new job and a flat. Luckily both in London though.
Apparently mulled wine isn’t being served until 1st of December but we had burgers instead to keep warm.
At five we got the keys to our flat in my dream house. I mean just look at how pretty it is right?? It was only one tiny street over from Daniel’s old flat. It felt ridiculously close, moving one block down, but more than convenient.
Seb and Saboune were there to help us unload it and move it all inside. As a thank you we bought them mulled wine (I know, I’m starting to obsess but it’s just so atmospheric). Dumping our stuff in one massive pile in the bedroom we left in a hurry, because I happened to have scheduled my birthday party to be that same evening.
At the Victoria in Dalston, a newly renovated pub, I had booked a table for 16 people which turned out to be way too little.
The manager brought over food and membership cards as a thanks for celebrating my bday there. Don’t mind if I do!
My friends started dropping in one by one, all a mix from different parts of my life and countries.
There were those closest to me whom I’ve known for years to people I’ve just recently met through the internet, old flatmates and new plus also a whole bunch from my school in Stockholm! They are here, like me, doing there internships. Seeing dear friends from different parts of your life get along so well was lovely.
My lil dark sunshine Lovisa was there. <3 Last week it was her birthday and I gave her Highschool Musical 2 fridge magnets, a cat sticker book, framed photos of herself and dragon tattoos, all wrapped in Beyonce paper. She had messaged me earlier this week in panic over not being able to beat that. But, I’d say she did. Not only did I get one of those disgusting pink cowboy hats, all bling’d up with a tiara on top but I also got a fake Burberry cap plus a keychain with two photos of her.
I was overwhelmed with affection for my favourites gathered in a room, all sit dancing to R&B, singing along and laughing loudly. My babe Danielle arrived straight from a transatlantic flight and I felt like my heart couldn’t take more before it’d pop.
The 30 of us took up all the space in there so the manager came up to me and whispered a deal in my ear. I turned my head and stunned I asked ‘Really?? Yeah of course’. She flicked some switch and just like in a freaking Harry Potter film the bookshelves along one wall turned open, revealing a club hidden in the back. Jared asked why it is I always manage to find spots like this, and my answer is that I have no damn clue.
In there we all danced as if on fire and I can’t stop laughing. Suddenly my favourite song in the whole world right not comes on. It’s Justin Bieber’s Sorry because it is the best track ever made, and my friends have gone up to the poor dj and requested it for me. Then and there my heart did probably explode. <3456789 Ok, I can now die complete because I’ve made a pub full of hipster admitting to be beliebers.
When the Victoria closed we went up to the foul smelling and magical Shacklewell Arms but not everybody made it there.
Some threw up in bushes and had to go home, others got lost on the way but were found in kebab shops whilst others stayed up until the whole morning had passed. I, on the other hand, was sleeping like warm little lamb next to Daniel in our new bed, oh the luxury.
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