Obsessed // h.styles

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"Goodnight Mum, I've got to go to sleep. I miss you and love you!" I ended the call to my Mum. I am beyond tired, long haul plane rides do that to you. Also taking into consideration that international calls come at a higher price and money is something I'm severely lacking, moving to a foreign country has taken any spare change I had left. After my mother and I's goodbyes I take a shower to rinse away the day, spending a little longer than intended washing my hair, finding my eyes drooping while I dry off my body. I then collapsed into bed maneuvering around the stacks of boxes to get there and making a mental note to dedicate all of my day tomorrow to getting that sorted.

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It is freezing cold. Granted that is something you'd expect moving to London. I push the obviously not warm enough comforter off of myself, I'm going to have to get another one today- and make my way towards my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. My outfit ended up being pale blue high waist jeans and a black high neck long sleeve crop top with white Nike's, I lay out my thick winter coat on the edge of my mattress for later.

After unpacking my bedroom I decide I should take a break and get to know the area, I also need that comforter. I grab my coat, keys, phone and wallet and leave my tiny apartment. As soon as I open the door a wave of cold air hits me. London, ah. I love winter I really do, it's nice and cold and you can rug up, but it will take me some time to acclimatise. Loving the cold is one of the reasons I left Australia. It was always so hot, and I hated it.

I have been dreaming of moving here since I was a young teenager and now I'm here, I'm doing it. It is kind of lonely, moving halfway across the world when you know that you're not going to know anyone. But it was something I needed to do for me, take that leap. If I never did I would have regretted it forever. That I am sure of. And even though right now it's very daunting it's also exhilarating and I am proud of myself for getting this far. And to be fair being a people person was never my thing so it's not much different and I'm okay with that.

After walking for a half hour I stopped in at a cute little hole in the wall cafe, I almost walked straight past it. I ordered a chai latte and a piece of carrot cake and took a seat by the window. It's a cosy little place, not very busy although next to a bustling London street. Very eclectic in style, the tables all worn but polished wood, with mismatched mugs and plates. My order came to me fast and the latte warmed up my hands as I took a sip. Delicious. I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through my instagram feed. When will my addiction to social media end, and why am I so invested in it. After scrolling for a good ten minutes and sipping my drink I locked my phone and looked up to meet a pair of emerald eyes looking into mine from across the room. I was starting to get uncomfortable when the stranger did not break his gaze and looked away. I looked down and pretended that wasn't weird as hell. 

Hm, London is strange.

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edited 06-04-15

edited (again) 13-03-19

edited AGAIN 8-11-2022 lollllllll

four years later omg bye