Moving to a new city is an adventure. As someone who loves to be enchanted by the everyday, I couldn’t be happier discovering the weird and wonderful that every place has (whether the locals recognise it or not).

The hardest part of moving to a new city, is that is left behind. The love, support and kindness that protects you everyday feels just that bit weaker when your friends and family are hundreds of miles away.

This weekend I am lucky enough to be able to combine the two. My best friend from school and her husband are staying with us for a few days, and I absolutely couldn’t be happier. I get to share with her all the people and places I have found over the past two years, the life I have started to build. And, I get to explore some new places, that she’s dying to try out.

It’s times like these that I feel like the luckiest girl alive. Just writing these words I could cry with happiness.

So far we have found a bookshop that is also a maze (intentionally or otherwise), we found two owls and a raven (Tia, Guinevere and Nevermore, guess which one was the raven), discovered Aperol slushies (yes!) and played in a castle pretending to be soldiers.

I cannot wait to see what today brings. With these guys in your life, how could you ever have a truly bad day. I love them to pieces, and couldn’t be happier that they are visiting me.

To good friends, good health and doggos!