The other day I had a thought, a rather significant one. It was just an ordinary day, I spent most of it at the library and in lectures, but as I was walking home from the tube I realised something: I’m happy here. Don’t get me wrong, I do sometimes feel homesick, I miss my mum and my friends, but I am much happier here, now, than I have been in quite a long time. It felt really good coming to this conclusion. I may have lost an iphone and a clump of my right eye eyelashes since I’ve been here, but I’ve got new friends, a gorgeous running route through Hyde Park, a possible crush, a renewed love for physics, an addiction to Boots/Superdrug and so much more…
At first it was hard to find a balance, I got so used to having a lot of free hours everyday to nap, read, cook etc, that I couldn’t handle a busy schedule… (which explains the lack of posts here) Now, I seem to have settled into a routine and most importantly I figured out how to read while standing in the tube, so hopefully November will be a much better month for reading.
Here’s a quote from the book I just finished, Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger, (review is coming, I promise) about London that I liked:
“How can you be bored? You live in London! You’re breathing the same air as the Queen and Vivienne Westwood!“