Oh, I actually mean OUIIIIIII!

I’m planning to go to Paris this weekend! I’ve been once, 2 summers ago, and am excited to go back!



I can’t wait to embarrass myself trying to speak French

And to eat French food that follows the Paula Deen or Honey Boo Boo philosophy, mo’butta, mo’betta.


I do love my food, and French is the language of love, isn’t it? 😉

Bonus adorable French kitty


Pretty London Part 2: Columbia Road Flower Market

My roommate and I were exploring London on Sunday, and were actually trying to find Brick Lane, but stumbled upon this beautiful little flower market (I say little but it was actually a huge stretch of just flower stands). We don’t necessarily have the disposable incomes to just buy flowers instead of food, but it was certainly an experience!








The Hardest Part

The hardest part about deciding to live in London is missing my friends from home. They’re the kind of friends that I know are my soul sisters and that we were meant to be together.

And everyone else thinks about us like this

But it’s okay

We accept each other for it.

We give each other scratches,

Dress up in weird outfits to go out at night (sink or swim anyone?)

Have ridiculous inside jokes we can’t bring up in public,

Make fun of Lexa’s smokestack,

Recap our drunken nights the next morning,

Continuously text each other to an annoying level.

I love them more than I can describe.

And now that I’m away

But I want you all to know

And I can’t wait until Christmas to see you again!

PS I know your response will be

But I 

Finding a subletter…

Since I decided to stay in London for longer than originally planned, I have to find a subletter for my Philly apartment for the Fall.

A lot of my friends have been struggling with finding a subletter, so when I started talking with two potentials an hour after posting about it, I couldn’t help but brag to my friends.