Living in Portsmouth is great, but I miss London so much I can't help to go there whenever I can – and that's exactly what I did last weekend.
Left here on Friday, I got to London and finally hugged my babe (AKA Rachel) after literally months – eight, to be precise. Yes.. EIGHT!
It was a lovely and chilled out weekend, nothing special about it. But anything you do is special when you're in London – or at least that's what I keep telling myself, ha!
Unfortunately, being Uni students meant we couldn't exactly go anywhere or do anything that involved loads of money, but we managed to have a great time anyways. Although, we had the horrible idea of going into central London on a sunny Sunday afternoon – horrible, I tell ya!
Nonetheless it was great catching up with her. It does suck having friends living an hour and a half away when last year I could literally meet them whenever I wanted to. But it's also okay, friendships don't change just because you live a train journey away – and that means I actually have an excuse to go to London every other weekend ;)
