I’ve spent the past three weeks traveling Europe, living in dirty ass co-ed bathroom hostels, making ham and cheese sandwiches in the wee hours of the night to pack with me for the following day, taking overnight buses with no air conditioning, sweating donuts out in trains but most of all seeing all the beautiful things this world has to show!!
My weeks spent traveling blessed me with the most beautiful Instagram timeline and for that I am eternally grateful.However I did spend a lot of my time basking in my own glory. Imagining people’s reaction to my stunning photos and them being really jealous of my glamorous life.
I could practically hear the gossip “Jacquie is off to another country!!! Look at her cute AF instagram!!”(who’s vain??). And then I realized that more than half my friends were also traveling Europe or doing equally cool things such as interning at their dream companies, starting brands, and finding the cure to cancer.
Which admittedly made me really fucking pissed off. But also really happy to see everyone doing their thing and accomplishing their goals.
Being 20 sucks ass sometimes but right now I truly feel happy to see all my friends doing their thing, so happy in fact that I often find myself screaming at my phone “YYAAAAASSSS GURL”.
But back to me.
My friend from high school and I first hit up London, which I feel like is a city that was made for me to love, and for that very reason I didn’t love it.
I feel like London is too easy to love, and for that I don’t love it. (I hope someone is psychoanalyzing me right now, and can tell me if this statement may be affecting me in my quest at finding a boyfriend?).
Cute cafes, bloggers, and twinkle lights (all my favourite things) surrounded me at all times so don’t get me wrong, I had a bitch ass time. There was SO many cool things to see in this city, and all the museums were FREE!
I think my favourite area in London was Borough Market, or Notting Hill.
Check my next blog post to see my trip to ITALY!