Found an old photo of me and my best friend for 21 years, Sarah. We were supposed to move to London together this year, but my wallet just wasn't thick enough. So she had to go by herself. It feels so... strange in a way, that I'm not with her, after all these years of talking and planning on living together in our favourite city (seriously, we've been talking about it since we were like... fourteen or something). I am already saving up for many trips over to her the coming year.