So I got back last night from my weekend adventures. We decided to forget about camping since we have the worst luck in the world and the weather was shit when we left , so we hung out on a canal boat all weekend - which , if you ask me , is about a trillion times better than sitting in a tent for three days getting rained on. I pretty much hate camping but I love chilling on canals ahaha. People who have canal boats are nicer than regular people. I know this to be a fact. Everyone says hello to you and is super nice. I also saw a bunch of people who live in their boats and grow vegetables on the roof and have garden furniture out on the decks. I think this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen and if I'm ever in the financial position to live on a canal boat I will do so without even thinking twice.
So I pretty much spent three days romanticizing about living my life on a canal somewhere in the West of England and growning my own food and playing guitar and generally living some kind of amazing hippy lifestyle. I was devastated we had to leave - I drank a bottle of Strongbow in the car on the way home and babbled some drunken shit to pretty much the entirety of my boyfriends family. I passed out on the couch and then proceeded a few hours later to have some weird sleep episode which I just don't remember at all.
I love my life.
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