This is not the beginning of the end, it's the return to innocent

I just checked in, with a heavy, heavy heart. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, and packing my bag is so much harder than I though. And man, you think you don't own a lot, but just try to take everything with you and you realize that you've got at least 10 bags, 10 shoes, shit loads more clothes that you never wear and then extra everything on top of that.

Had a nice day with my bf. I took him to Hard Rock Café, then we walked to Covent Garden where I of course had to buy another bag and a pair of sunglases. Then we took the bus home, I continued my packing and drank champange. Now we're going to our restaurant. I don't want this day to end.