It’s been a year since I upped sticks from Manchester and migrated down south to warmer climes. Can you believe it?
Last Bank Holiday weekend I decided to leave my south west London patch, meet up with friends and head east to explore what Greenwich had to offer.
I WOKE UP LIKE THIS! *Disclaimer* I may not have…
At the risk of sounding like that Protein World advert I asked myself this very question before heading out of the door on Saturday.
After a few minutes dithering over it, I thought ‘well I’m as ready as I’ll ever be’ quickly followed by ‘sod it, I’m wearing it!’
It’s amazing the difference a year can make.
This time twelve months ago I was taking an extended break in the countryside (how very Jane Austen of me), tackling a pyracantha hedge with great gusto – and caution due to its huge spikes – and crying a lot.
Break-ups are tough and at the time it felt like someone had punched a hole right through me.
But as time has gone on I feel so much better, and at the risk of sounding like a raging hippy I recently took stock at the things that make me happy.
(1) Surrounding myself with wonderful people
Whether it’s my friends – even when we’re all suspiciously wearing the same outfit…
…. or sporting the same v. attractive helmet.
I’ve clocked up nearly twelve months in Wimbledon – that’s a year of writing, teaching, editing, reviewing, eating, drinking, dancing and laughing.
Although I’ve made the most of where I live since moving here I’ve generally avoided the popular places where you’re likely to be swamped by tourists.
Although this has meant the UK has avoided a diplomatic incident of epic proportions (v. good) it does mean that I’ve been missing out on some of the amazing things London has to offer (v. bad).
I managed to get out of work a touch earlier yesterday so decided to head down to the sun-kissed South Bank to read a magazine, listen to the buskers and watch the world go by. Continue reading