I Want You Like Anne Frank Wanted Nobody To Read Her Fucking Diary.
August 6, 2009
After my trip to New York I realized that that was exactly where I wanted to live when I’m older.
In some Sex And The City type apartment (with the same sized wardrobe).
And I can go for walks in the most beautiful place in the world, Central Park, when it’s sunny.
And I can spend every day just loving the feeling of being one single, unimportant person in a crowd.
However, I’d quite like a little holiday home by the sea as well.
Somewhere sunny and foreign.
Somewhere cold and windy and rainy.
And completely English.
Where Seagulls wake you up at half five every morning.
Where you go for a walk along the beach in jumpers not bikinis.
Where the smell of salt and seaweed is so overpowering you almost
feel ill.
That’s where you’ll find me in summer in the years to come.
I’ll be spending the rest of my year travelling and seeing beautiful new places.
So when everyone else is having a week off to go and lay in the sun in the Maldives, I’ll be coming home for some Fish and Chips and a nice cup of tea.
