We fell asleep and woke up together for four nights at his university halls (as per usual, the time in bed to time asleep ratio was pretty good)
UCL at night is beautiful. I legally bought alcohol for the first time! Clubbing in London is okay, but the walk home along those lovely streets was amazing.
He planned a “walking about London” day that consisted of this charming little street market along South Bank (where the London Eye and Big Ben are), then Trafalgar Square where he suggested visiting the National Gallery (actual looking at art omg) to see Van Gogh’s Sunflowers and Monet’s Water-Lily Pond. There was also a surprise detour to King’s Cross in the pouring rain, just to get a few pieces of Neuhaus chocolates. Everything everywhere was covered in Christmas lights and decorations and it was wonderful.
And I met the family! We stayed there overnight on the second night.
It’s insanely adorable how similar Harrison and his dad are and how he would probably deny that if he knew I thought so.
Example: Graem (his dad) was having me watch videos of New Zealand music stuff on youtube for like 20 minutes before Harrison came and “rescued” me by bringing me over to the couch and had me sit there to watch football with him.
His mum is such a good cook! She made dinner for us that night and before we left on the following day. And she likes Oscar Wilde :’)
I also met his little sister, who is beautiful, and his uncle, who got me an All Blacks (New Zealand rugby team) top.
Goodbyes See you laters at the airport this time were just as bad as the last.
I was a pathetically teary mess by the time I got to the terminal gate, where this man came up to me and asked if I was alright. He said he saw us on the escalator before the flight and it was the most beautiful airport kiss he had ever seen.
Anyway, I’ll see Harrison soon. Two months at the most, and one month if we’re very very lucky. But I miss him. I miss him so much and it’s only been 18 hours
Ballin’ (Taken with Instagram)
This is me somewhat creepily peering at the camera and leaning against a pretty brick arch. We (aunt, uncle, grandparents) visited the USC campus last weekend and I fell in love with it all over again, from the classic architecture to the cardinal and gold flowers. I’m wondering when the shock will wear off because I still can’t believe I’m going here this fall :’)
There is this boy, who is kind of new, and I write his name as M@ because it is actually Matt. He drove an hour from LA this evening to pick me up from the college and we walked around the downtown area before having dinner at an allegedly tranquil tea lounge. Then there was more walking along a street that was lined with trees lit by Christmas lights, and then even more walking along a dirt road bordered by trees with low-hanging branches. The night ended on a grass hill that was also surrounded by trees. He says that he never lets anyone hear the songs he wrote on guitar, so I’m not quite sure why he played for me, but I’m glad he did. He’s rather good in spite of being supposedly insecure about his abilities.
I admire his overall confidence and how he knows lots about lots and can explain things regarding business and finance. Oh and he’s really cute. With dimples and thick, soft, hazel-coloured hair that I literally have to tilt my head upwards to see, because he’s 8 inches taller than me. He also has ridiculously impressive credentials and plenty of potential. Our opinions on most things, such as philosophy, politics, and dessert, are similar. Also his eyes are really big like this O_O and I am very, very fond of them.
Every time he lightly rests his hand on my waist, which he does for a few seconds every once in a while, my brain is just like take me now, which is not okay because it isn’t even skin contact, so yeah if we could make out or something sometime soon that would be gr8
He’s my new favourite.