12.11.14

DEAD LONDON



Fortunately, I barely need to use public transport. Don’t get me wrong: public transport here in London is the closest I’ve been to teleportation, due to its velocity, incredibly ergonomic design and its comfort, every time you can actually enjoy its seats when the bus or tube is not packed. But, in any case, it is still a nuisance when you use it too regularly. However, you have probably already guessed the reason I find it so interesting: yes, exactly, I love to overhear the conversations and observe the situations offered by strange characters. Casually, this week I overheard some pieces of conversations about the city, about topics that had been also wandering around in the mists of my thoughts.

These conversations were mainly related to two different aspects of London: one of them was about the city not being an appropriate place to raise a family, how it’s so difficult to keep friendships in a place that sooner or later everyone leaves, work taking over the lives of everyone and accommodation being a constant headache for most of the people. Let’s not mention the weather, we can take that for granted.
The other aspect of the city that people would talk about, was that of the city being an spectacular place for music, art and culture in general, for having an special charm of its own due to its extensive and utterly interesting history. I will have been living in this city for a year by the end of December, and believe me, in that time I could perfectly experience more or less both sides of the city.


Arriving for the very first time to London feels certainly as entering into a fairytale, as stepping into a dreamland. So many legends become reality for the newcomer, so many musical sounding names that have been heard uncountable times become part of our daily lexicon, as well as our daily life. Liverpool street, that place called Notting Hill, the chiming of Big Ben. History and its remarkable characters follow you after every step you take, in Trafalgar Square, the Tower of London, in the small picturesque side streets.

You meet lots of wonderful new people from all over the world and will probably make some of the most deep and lasting friendships of your life. 

But then, slowly and imperceptibly, if you happen to be willing to settle here, all that mysticism begins to fade away. It is real life knocking at the doors of fantasy and ready to storm in it again. And it’s what would happen absolutely anywhere else: responsibilities kick in, routine takes over and time becomes scarce. You don’t care any more about history and stuff, you only care about the credit on your Oyster running alarmingly low and the headache of paying the ridiculously high rent. Then you realise London doesn’t really offer the best lifestyle ever: long working hours, no time for friends or family, and even though the country might not be facing an economic crisis, you worry about the money anyway



I’m not sure how it’s being for you guys, but for me it all started to look pretty much as what I last described. But I’m fighting back the dullness, the stress and calling of real life of this city. One of my mottos goes just like that: not to ever allow yourself to live “a real life”, ‘cause it sucks and it’s boring, and the life you can create for and by yourself will be infinitely better if you’re determined enough. So since I started to lead myself slowly back onto the path of the inquisitive, cheerful and eclectic life that I want, I rediscovered the city again. The history is still there as fascinating as ever. So is the fantasy, the little stories, the great gigs and the wonderful people. Those are the thoughts of a nostalgic young girl about to reach one year of  her living in the city.

My dear London, no hard feelings.




--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


"Hi!  I am Florencia, a recently graduated Arts teacher, actress and eager reader and writer. Also, a great adventurer, day-dreamer and imaginer, who loves long walks and colourful sunset skies."