Writing my first post on my way home from a surreal couple of nights in London saying goodbye to friends. 5 nights out in a row and already I'm starting to question my ability to party like I'd planned to on my travels. Maybe a chilled few weeks of sightseeing and exploring may be better suited to me after all. I forget I'm 26 til I'm hungover on a train craving veggies and a night in watching apprentice with the family. I'm still just pretending I'm not going, I'll save all of the tears for Sunday.
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