Laura is our resident ray of sunshine. She’s a new London dweller, chief of romanticising literally everything, and will definitely ask you all what your love language is at some stage. We love her to death and can’t wait to have her therapeutic wisdom in here whenever we can!
Mōrena lovely friends!!! It’s been a minute so a quick catchup - since we last spoke I’ve mastered cold showers (still gas-less 🙃) I saw Dolly Alderton speak AND had the sweetest, if not slightly homesick-filled, birthday full of cheese, negroni’s and even some new friends 🥺 I also bought some winter-appropriate shoes so ty for the reccs!!!! I seem to write these on transport of some kind so in keeping with our tradition, I’m on a plane flying back from a whirlwind 48hours in Iceland for work (!?) and by a TOTAL fluke ended the most magical few days with a special appearance from the northern lights!!!
Travelling always makes me nostalgic - I feel like so many pivotal moments in my life have happened while away with a moment to reflect; heatwave-induced DM’s to crushes because the humidity makes you braver, breakups after trips spent with dear friends who remind you who you are, running through new cities at 2am and getting a ✨glimpse✨ of what your life could look like. I’m also an annoyingly fast reader and regularly find myself having finished my book within the first quarter of a budget flight, with nothing to do for the remaining hours but scroll through my phone camera and get emotional over pics from the past few years of my favourite people when we were only slightly younger but seemingly a lot more chaotic??
This season particularly gets the nostalgia flowing, being my second autumn of the year I thought it wouldn’t hit as hard but the crisp, hand-numbing London mornings have me deep in autumn 2017. I moved that year in May (NZ autumn for our northern hemisphere pals) into one of my first flats. It was the classic NZ trifecta of ✨cold, damp & mouldy✨ but it was the first adult-ish space that was mine. As long as I can remember I’ve longed for the day I could host people, and so every Monday I would invite whoever was around for an industrial-sized pot of something cheap and warming (usually pasta), they would bring too much red wine and we would watch love island / the bachelor / whatever gave us an excuse to come together and it was glorious. Everything was changing so fast, which I feel like is ironically the only constant in your twenties, and that autumn, those dinners and hundreds of cups of tea hold so many memories of study deadlines, new jobs, flirtations and heartaches that the SECOND the temp drops and I can see my breath in the morning I have my aptly named “dinner party” playlist back on and I’m floored by seasonal nostalgia.
So whether you’re in the first stages of spring prepping for glorious NZ summer, or seeing pumpkin-flavour everywhere (that’s really a thing here hey?) I highly recommend leaning into nostalgia - and let me know the song that brings it all back for you!!!
Mine is here