My Last Days in London

Hiya Peeps,

On the actual days before I left for Jamaica I was not feeling my best. I had prior to the weekend had the roughest week at work (short staffed again) I was tired and overcome by the amount of things I needed to do In just two short days.  So I left work early had lunch with my cousin at a nice li’l Mexican spot. The food at this restaurant was fresh and tasty they had and extended vegetarian menu which is why my cuz picked it.  Did I mention that my cousin NB is also one of my best friends? She has the spirit of a cool breeze and spending a little bit of time with her before my departure was a must.  Especially as she was able to share her own pearls of wisdom about her own adventures in Jamaica.

After the food NB took me to my hair appointment and I was feeling good as I knew I would see her within a few days. (she was my ride to the airport) Hair done check, nails done check, waxing done check.  Back at home I packed up the rest of the stuff that was going into the storage facility called mums house and chilled.   

My Hair Sanctuary

Well as much as one can when you have a big ball of anxiety in your belly. I was grateful at this point that I hadn’t really told any-body my departure dates. The phone was ringing like crazy any ways and I knew there were going to be some dear peeps that I would not be able to catch up with prior to my trip and I just didn’t feel like dealing with their feeling as well as my own; selfish I know but what can I say I had just sold most of my worldly goods and condensed my life into two small suitcases and some shipping containers I was fragile so I did what any self respecting city girl would do. I went to the vegan cake shop for the Victoria sponge and put on 2Pac. It was Mackeveli  y’all I had to pull out the big guns.

I  love these cakes so much

At stupid o clock the following morning I was at the post office picking up my passport as some lovely administrative person had decided not to send it to my home address but to sent it to some random address where the person refused it.  When a person refuses a special delivery it automatically goes back to sender. In order to avoid a full scale melt down of my entire trip I had to talk diplomatically to the passport people, the post office people and a bunch of other people in between.  By the time I was forced to get out of my bed and trek across London on two buses and train let’s just say I was fresh out of diplomacy. Why did you wait till the last minute to deal with this you ask? The thing I didn’t; I am super organised and would never wait till the eleventh hour to deal with this. But the Olympics followed by the Paralympics turned this whole process into some kind of endurance test. Passport check, copy of e-ticket check, new computer battery duh. 

And so the day went on but eventually I got everything done and I was sitting around with VF eating rubbish and chit chatting more rubbish ahhhhhhhhhhh life is good. Later that evening  four of my closest peeps and I attempted to go out but the vibes were not right and in the end  two  of my peeps jumped ship, I went to the posh fish and chip shop near the crib and the three of us went home to romance Jack Daniels and have a giggle. I don’t sleep when I’m under pressure it’s a little gift left over from my undergraduate studies so I cleaned and finished packing while my peeps slept.



Olley's Fish and Chips...Yummy

I so dreaded the whole airport scene  that under the supervision of my peeps I proceeded to get merry  with Jack again at 5:00 am as I took my bath and made tea for my guests. My family came to take me to the airport and I felt sad and drunk. The control freak in me timed everything down to the minute so when we got to Gatwick there was no hanging around. Checked in done, bags in done, I hugged mi familia and my bestest peeps and the shit was on. As messed up as the shit sounds I was glad to be off. Of course I loved my life but I could feel it was time for a change. Many people would love to run off to a tropical island and reorganise but I was the one that was actually doing it. Bem bey, Jam dung we sey!