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.