One of the things that I love about living in London is how much there is to see and do. From unexpected trips to museums to foraging through breathtaking forests that seem to have come from another world, London offers unlimited possibilities. After moving to London a year ago, I have seen my blog grow from strength to strength but what has surprised me more is how I have grown as a person. I have found myself recapturing my adventurous spirit, that I thought I had lost so long ago and explored a world that I never knew even existed. But without my blog I might never have moved here and for that I am truly grateful. I love how I can still be a tourist in my own city and explore attractions that people might think are typically ‘reserved’ for ‘holiday-makers’, in fact I say f**k what people think, why not make the most of the city that you are in? After all, you can live years -even in a small town- in a place that can still continue to surprise you to this day. Even the small countryside village that I am from has hidden surprises that even the keenest adventurer can overlook.
When I lived outside of London I would always travel to London in search of new spots to explore, which is why, despite my excitement to travel abroad there is still so much I want to see and do in London. I want to capture the beauty of its hidden palaces and fixate on the beauty of the mossy green ivy snaking its way through the grounds. I want to pick berries and wander into a world that takes you back in time. I want to find out who I am as a person and crawl into the world of opportunities that London presents. Most of all I want to capture how it is in reality. Not the romanticized version depicted in films but the urban grunge, the disheveled buildings, picturesque in its crumbling state. I love living in London because you never know where each day will take you next. There is no order and no sequence and despite what the city workers might lead you into thinking, there is more to living in London than just work, beyond the monotony there is freedom and vibrancy.
But what is the best thing about living in London? I love how living in London makes me feel so alive, how I could be having the shittiest day possible and the city would still welcome me with open arms. Despite how lonely and alienating living in London can be, you could bump into a stranger in the park and make a new found friend. Or how despite stereotyping Londoners as ‘reserved’ we can throw our caps into the air and let all our worries go. How for one night we can pretend to be someone else and those around you be none the wiser. I love that change is never permanent, one day you might live in East London and the next change your tune. I was always taught that indecisiveness was never a good trait to have but now I know the whispers were wrong. Because it has been my indecisiveness that has matched me with London, my forever home. I followed my heart and it lead me all the way to the city. Who would have thought it, me a self-confessed country bumpkin traipsing around in the big city? Not me, if you had asked me five years ago whether I would ever have lived in London I would have told you no. But now? I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
I love how I can walk 5 minutes down the road and walk into a graffiti scrawled world, where walls are emblazoned with tags and colourful murals. But there, oh wait, if I turn left there is a secret garden, intertwined with bright summer blooms, while children race around the shrub mazes. People laugh and cry, caught up in the moment of just living in the moment. It’s a beautiful sight and it reminds me of why I am here, I feel alive, I feel like I can conquer anything but for the first time in my life I feel like I belong. In my house there are days where I am a prisoner, where the people around me spout accusations into my ears and leave my heart pounding. But outside, in my London city I can be free like a bird, flying through the trees with the wind in my hair. London, dear London, I adore thee.
I can imagine myself in the future, walking fondly through the city that I am proud to call my own. What will it be like in the future? A rural vs urban landscape as it is now, each faction battling for permanence or will London become a concrete jungle where dreams are made from, where nature crawls back into the shadows? As I take a train back into my rural past, I breathe in the fresh clean air, delighted at the countryside smells that waft past my nose. All is calm here, all is serene. But then I become bored, I crave escape away from the peaceful monotony and pull myself out of my unrealistic fantasy. I was once a countryside girl lost in the big city, traipsing around in her metaphorical ‘farmers boots’ and now I am part of the concrete slabs; I am the jagged cracks in the pavement that you walk by, I am the graffiti tag lounging around in disheveled buildings but most of all I am me, creating an imprint in a city were ‘all may seem lost’ but none will be forgotten. Because London remembers and whether you live here 5 years or two, there will be a part of you left behind, added to the millions of memories left behind by other nomads like ourselves.
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