the good day

Joel and I decided last night that our last full day together would be the good day. I think a combination of our yucky hostel and missing our friends had worn our spirits down, and the idea of making at least one final day a happy one was a nice thing to hope for. after a run through the fog this morning, I met Joel for breakfast downstairs in the cramped kitchen. leaving the hostel, we caught the bus into the city, scoring the front row of the upper deck, with a perfect view of the road ahead - the start of a good day.

after video calling mum and spending some time with Sunny, we made our way along the Thames to the TATE modern, where we spent a couple of hours wandering. Joel enjoyed seeing some Picasso and Dali, and by the time we left the building speckles of blue were emerging through the grey skies. our trip to the closest TESCO express was a success - with both of our respective meal deal options instock despite being prime time for lunch. we enjoyed our feast by the water, accompanied by a lady feeding swans along the bank below, and a man making bubbles that danced on the wind in our direction.

the good day only got better in the afternoon - we met up with Alec and his partner Lucy for coffee near the borough markets, where we spoke and laughed for hours til the sun had well and truly disappeared. after our goodbyes, Joel and I ventured across the river in search of dinner, eventually treating ourselves to a warm meal (minestrone soup and a halloumi wrap)

in our park by the hostel we snacked on chocolate and chips from TESCO, visited once more by our friend the fox. a good day. we laughed about how we’d managed to pull it off. I’m going to miss Joel. being with him gives me permission to be a kid again, which means a lot to me.

the UK has once again been a wild ride of emotions for me. strange to be leaving again without ever knowing when I’ll be back. I remind myself how lucky I have been to have felt so much here. this place will always matter to me. <<