WHAT I’M WEARING: ZARA HALTER BODY, FRENCH CONNECTION REBOUND SKINNY JEANS, ALEXANDER WANG
MINI ROCKIE BAG VIA SHOPBOP, PRIMARK CAMEL LACE UP FLATS & RICHMOND FINCH MARBLE IPHONE CASE
Summer seems to comes slow and then all at once here in Spain, there are rainy days where despite too much black coffee, I slip away to sleep during the day and then the sun comes around and brings me back to life. I’m wearing all my baggier jeans and shoving books into the pockets. If I’m brutal, I genuinely feel hopelessly bored. Late afternoons, around 5 pm, before the gym, I find myself seeking out some kind of thrill which dissolves when the fatigue sets in and I go to bed instead. Restless but sleepily so. I guess I’d like a chiselled man to hold my hand. Or a flight longer than 2 hours to bring me beyond Europe. Or prosecco somewhere shabby with someone new on the beach. I am even eating too much food because sometimes its feels like its the only thing left to do. There is a soup I love at the fancy cafe near my house and I’ll go down there, sit outside at one of their maroon tables and order a bowl just before the kitchen will close. One of the waiters now remembers my name. I’m sure he wonders why I’m always alone. Not that I mind, I’m too busy looking at people like shoes on dating apps and it makes me sad. What is a screen going to say about someone’s soul? Nothing at all. And that’s perhaps this is why my ex boyfriend and I didn’t work, we threw ourselves into visions of each other that I guess we could say were ‘iphone conceived’. And yet, I still look, there’s a cute French boy and a pro rugby player and a handsome guy with bigger eyebrows than mine. But who knows and really, I’m looking without caring. Quite in the same way I’ve been eating that soup, because its something to do and I enjoy the change of scenery from home to cafe.
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