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Oh blog, I've missed you. This is a little secret post as I've been back in the UK now for three weeks and everyone knows that. No one is expecting any more posts.
So. London. I started this blog with a bit of a love letter to the big smoke.
How different I feel now. I don't know why. But now, after THE TRIP, it's all so much, so extortionate, so intense. There's no respite from anything. No time to stop and stare. Plus people get angry if you stare at them here :)
My friend Sam is getting married tomorrow to a wonderful, beautiful woman, Melissa. I wish I could be there. He was my first housemate when I moved to London and we were kindred spirits from day one. He lives in Australia now and has for many years. I visited him in Melbourne in 2012 and he said leaving London was the best and right choice for him. At the time I couldn't believe it. Tired of London, tired of life and all that. But maybe now I understand. To see some alternatives makes you feel a bit different. Maybe it's not the centre of the universe. Maybe it's just a crazy, frantic city that makes you believe what you want to believe.
I've been reminiscing about the early days in London. How new and daunting it was for me, how much I learnt. I fell in love with the city and everything it has to offer, the grit, the coolness, the fun and laughs. London wooed me and I fell hook, line and sinker.
Age brings more cynicism and more questions. Maybe I'm not the city mouse I thought I was. Or maybe I just need another new experience.
Here we are. I'm going to spend some time reconnecting with my dear London this weekend. See some beauty and embrace the absurdity. Maybe we'll rekindle our old love. Or maybe I'll see her for the fabulous flighty flirt she is.
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