' where to ma'am' asks the man politely.
'Eilleen Apartment, London please,' i grin.
He nods and we begin our journey. Brighton to London is going to be so long. I slip in one of my airpods and turn on some jorja smith. I slide my laptop out of my bag and rest it on the seat beside me, and begin uploading a video i edited earlier. As time goes by, i find myself searching for a picture to post on instagram.

@tiana

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@tiana.maynard how's it going, doll?

@fan1 - my queen slaying, so very good right now
  | @tiana.maynard - angel.
@jackmaynard - i dislike this angle.
    | @joesugg - i don't
@tianamaynard- @jackmaynard atleast @joesugg does :)

' your stop i believe, ma'am' growls the uber driver.
' thank you!!' i grin, putting my things back and walking towards the doors. i quickly stumble over to the lift packing me and my stuff inside before the doors clamp shut. i softly press the key, 21, and it glows. my eyes glance to the numbers going up above the doors. with a light ting, the doors slide open and i drag my suitcase out. i stroll down the narrow halls until i reach door 218. rummaging through my pocket, the keys jangle along with some loose change, as i hook them out. the door unlocks with a small click and i slot them in and edges open slightly. with a slight kick on my leg, the door swings open and i haul myself and cases into the fresh smelling flat. i'm greeted by a modernly decorated flat, that i had designed before moving in. my final case is shoved to the ground as i carefully rest my laptop case on my bed. this is now home.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 17, 2018 ⏰

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