Scooch over

Here I’ve found the most beautiful friends. The kind who make the nights longer, the mornings brighter, turn night into morning, and make east London’s hard lines feel soft, glowy, and warm. Warm custard friends.

I came looking for more life and it feels like I’ve landed in the middle of it. Farm cottages that shake with laughter, share house kitchens that are alive, days that move too quickly, and smiles that hold our hands the whole way home.

I love these people. Truly, madly, deeply. And I love it. And by the looks of it, it loves me too.