Post-travel blues are a real thing, something which I've been trying to recover quite unsuccessfully from with a succession of various activities such as copious amounts of socializing, eating, drinking, sports, studying, sleeping, and tv watching. Some of those things don't necessarily go together, but there you have it. Finally today, I threw myself at the mercy of my flatmates and went out into the world to discover, gasp, London.
What a refreshing breath of vibrancy. The ultimate goal was to get to Columbia street, the flower market "at the end of Brick Lane". Lies. If it hadn't been for the mass migration of hipster hoo haas and young professionals making their way to and from Columbia Street, we would never have found our way through people's back yards.
I ended up buying myself a plant, a lovely cheerful little thing, with tiny little red buds making up cone shaped pom poms.
What a refreshing breath of vibrancy. The ultimate goal was to get to Columbia street, the flower market "at the end of Brick Lane". Lies. If it hadn't been for the mass migration of hipster hoo haas and young professionals making their way to and from Columbia Street, we would never have found our way through people's back yards.
I ended up buying myself a plant, a lovely cheerful little thing, with tiny little red buds making up cone shaped pom poms.
