It sounds like we would of had a great deal to say to each other

What a perfect week. With such glorious sunshine it seemed a waste to spend the days in doors and even more so being in east London with so much to do. All week my boyfriend and I have been roaming around in the sun and I have to say that it has been utter bliss. Walking up to Brick lane, round to Shoreditch, up to Hoxton and then over to Spitalfields before heading home. It seems we have done this route everyday and yet it never seems to bore me. We spent our days looking in vintage shops, convincing ourselves it was okay to spend nearly £70 on books, having over priced and highly alcoholic cocktails in Cargo before being ushered into a curry house on Brick lane for more wine and delicious food.
On Friday we decided to head up to London Fields with Joe's friends James and Ross. It seemed like the hottest day so far and I immediately regretted wearing tights. We stocked up on cider and set up in the park. Days like this are what summer is all about. We sat out with our drinks and soaked up the sun, I was hoping to turn a nice shade of brown but unfortunately only seemed to manage pink. London Fields is beautiful. I don't know if it was the sunshine or the amount of cider we had consumed on an empty stomach, but we had all fallen completely in love with the area. Its beautiful shops, trendy bars, its quint brick a bract stores and as for the houses over looking the park, it seemed like my ideal place to live. We headed over to a local fish and chip shop to get out of the midday sun and then next door to an amazing book shop. I'd seen a book on curating that I really wanted but didn't know if I could really afford to part £12's for. To my surprise, whilst we were sitting in a beer garden, my boyfriend presented me with said book after he'd gone back to the shop and asked the owner which book I'd been reading and bought it for me. I didn't think it was possible for me to love him more but this made my heart skip a beat slightly. Romantic? Most definitely.
On Sunday we were awoken before seven by the kitten, it seemed to have become the norm now and it wasn't so hard to bare any more. It was the first time in a week that we hadn't been greeted by the sunshine poking through the curtains, it was a gloomy rainy Sunday that not even a McDonald's breakfast could cure. Luckily for us, the rain cleared up pretty sharp and we were able to go up to Columbia Road as planned.

These past two weeks have been incredible, but I feel now as though I'm fast approaching the time when I have to join the real world again. One where I'm back in Leeds, where I never feel anything even remotely close to this. The fear that is building up inside me about going back is starting to feel unbearable. I can just tell this is going to be a hard month.