you know how when you're young, you try and dream of a perfect world with your best friend. You guys come up with the craziest ideas. Having a double wedding walking down the isle with your best friend. Having a baby to grow up to be best friends with hers. Well that is kinda the idea. But its a little different. I'm Ali and this is my idea of a perfect Dream world with my best friend.
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Dear Diary
Finally moving out. Packing our bags and heading to London. That has always been the dream. Now we are co-owners of London's dream. Yes it is that magazine you pick up on the newspaper shelves every morning. We are traveling to London for a year or so then moving up to Italy. We kissed the parents goodbye and hopped into my green bumblebee mustang and drove to the airport. It was pretty packed but we were on the plane in less than 3 hours. I can still remember that fresh breeze stepping of the plane. It was beautiful. We hopped in a cab and drove to our apartment building. La fancy. I didn't get the name. It wasn't French or anything. We grabbed our bags heading upstairs and opened up. Yes the be apartment smell. The walls were painted an aquamarine blue and green. There were white curtains draped to the floor. With a big window view a whole wall long. You could see all the building and people walking below. It was beautiful. Me and Mick decided to head downstairs and explore. After all we have a day until the moving truck gets here. There are alot of cute guys here. We walked passed the busy streets to the quiet ones. We strolled around a little stream. It was a really beautiful scene. I twirled loving freedom and London. It was a dream we had ever since middle school. They always said we wouldn't make it. We dreamt so much. Like your average best friends.but there are some dreams bigger than others. Like this magazine was a dream. I loved writing, she loved photography and we both love to travel. Which is why we are here. In in the beautiful London. Everyone seemed so happy here, as we strolled by. They rode two person bikes, and ate pizza together. It was a loud city. But at night. It was so quiet. So peaceful. I didn't ever want to leave. Everyone seemed so nice. It seemed easy to make friends. We saw families wrapped in their winter clothing walk by holding hands. They really seemed in he holiday spirit. It was about family after all. Now here we are without our family's. Just two girls to face the entire world. We headed along the blocks, and down the streets. We watched out for those cute boy bands we remember fangirling about, and staying up until 3 in the morning talking about. We looked for that beauty and nature. We learned about in world culture. We looked at the emotions and the faces of everyone there. It seemed so different from home and I had a feeling this would be a great idea for a new story. We snapped pics and wrote details, in our minds, and notepads to remember. It soon became night and lights filled the place. Passing by the restaurants. They were louder and cheerful. We saw couples holding hands and people lining up to get into the new nightclub down the street . It all seemed to fade away as we walked back to the apartment. That night I sat on the balcony with Mickey as we started to discover our new story. We wrote about the fun activities, to the awesome style, fantastic food, and loving nature. We took pictures of the people dancing in the street and the couple getting their picture painted as they stared at each other. We lied in our own separate rooms that night. I thought of this new place. I could now call home. It Was beautiful, and fun and I couldn't wait to see tomorrow.
