Lately i have been thinking how funny it is that you dream of escaping where you grew up in search of something new, something more exciting, new fresh people that don't think wearing a mustard coloured skirt and socks with shoes as 'Totally Weird.
But lately i have been dreaming of where i grew up. That being in the countryside, granted there is a WHOLE lot of nothing to do there, but i suppose isn't that the charm of it. I miss that feeling of waking up to birds singing really loudly, riding my bike freely, stopping to pick flowers and blackberries, and that incredible summer smell in the evenings you just don't quite get here.
Don't worry London I'm still in Love with you, just today id quite like an affair with the country. x