ℒ𝒪𝒱ℰℛ~ 𝑘𝑦𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠

𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮

𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎'𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣:

𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑:

• 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡~ arctic monkeys
• 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒~ 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

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one minute i was waking up in my fresh, lavender scented hotel bed sheets, now i am slumped in the airport seats, which i must add are incredibly uncomfortable. i struggle to stay awake, i knew staying up late last night would haunt me the next morning, i don't know why i do this to myself. the airport isn't even nearly full, no wonder as it's the crack or dawn but i couldn't complain, getting through airport security was swiftly and that is by far my worst nightmare when travelling. steph seems to be the same, in fact she still has her pyjamas on underneath her tracksuit, i dont know how because i am sweltering and i just have tracksuit bottoms on and a plain white tee, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case as soon as we exit the plane back in humid london, we will miss you australia!

my flight was full of music, music and music.

first i played, fluorescent adolescent by arctic monkeys, one of my favourite bands and song.

you used to get it in your fishnets
now you only get it in your night dress
discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
landed in a very common crisis
everything's in order in a black hole
nothing seems as pretty as the past though
that bloody mary's lacking in tabasco
remember when you used to be a rascal?

i then went to play my second favourite song, valerie by mark ronson and amy winehouse, my person favourite part is the amy winehouse part.

since ive come on home
well, my bodys been a mess
and ive missed your ginger hair
and the way you like to dress
won't you come on over?
stop makin' a fool outta me

what a flight, actually i will rephrase that sentence as i have learnt that's what people say when something was good, and that flight was far from it. extreme turbulence, and i absolutely do not do well with any of sort. i tried all the 'hacks' would you say, finding distractions, get an ice pack, ask for a seat change, pay attention to announcements, nothing seemed to ever work. im not stupid, i know that planes are built to withstand turbulence but if you were on that plane, staying calm was nearly impossible. god i can already feel the jet lag.

we uber back as of course we didn't bring our cars, that would have been a lot to pay for parking. our house is about a 30 minute drive which seemed exhausting. the uber man was nice, you know how you can get those really quiet uber drivers, of course you don't have to speak but i find it's awkward if you don't. steph loves a chat with a uber driver, she's always been the more chatty, bubbly one of the two of us, i prefer to sit in the back and chirp in every few minutes, where as steph sits in the front and can't keep her trap shut.

after a holiday, coming home feels like a breath of fresh air, albeit a slightly stale one. i find that is a relief to be in familiar surroundings, where you know every detail, of every place, and where everything is. you don't have to worry what you mean to others, honestly, feeling comfortable and safe, secure if you would say.

ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.

of course me and steph were starving, who wouldn't be after a 19 hour flight? although it was one in the morning now, food seemed more important in this case. "should we order food?" steph mumbles as we both slouch on the sofa, it was like she could read my mind. "maccas?" "maccas?" we say simultaneously, usually we would laugh at this but right now we were to tired to even move a muscle, it took a debut on who would get up just to phone for the food, which we are both desperate for, of course i won and steph phoned. while we waited we changed into some more comfy clothes, in the mean time i post on my instagram story.