For awhile there, I kind of fell off the face of the earth. I suppose that’s bound to happen when you’re in final year, especially in a science degree. I kept reading updates of all my favourite blogs though, or seeing cool things around Shoreditch and thinking “I should actually write something”… But the truth is, I actually fell a little out of love with London for awhile and the idea of blogging about my life here was just not something that appealed to me.
London is a big, vibrant, busy city and it’s an incredible city, with so much character and life in it… but every once in awhile, it can actually feel kind of lonely. Coming from Ireland, where
everyone almost everyone is friendly to one another, I sometimes find it a little sad that you could quite easily go about your day in London without saying “Hello, how’s your day going?” to another human.
I went home to Ireland for almost two weeks over Christmas, and came back feeling more relaxed and calm than I have in a long time. I spoke to a few dear friends while home about my qualms about London, and a lot of them asked if I was thinking about going home. Dublin has changed a lot since I left, it’s doing really well, people are working, new businesses are opening, the city seems to have come back to life.
I won’t lie, part of me did consider it. The more I thought about it though, the more I realised that it wasn’t really what I want. Going home to visit family and friends is wonderful – I get to catch up with people I haven’t seen in a long time, I go to bars and restaurants that are either new and exciting or old favourites with a lot of memories, I’m rarely stuck for something to do. But if I was to live there, I wouldn’t be seeing friends every night – they have lives. I wouldn’t be going out to bars and restaurants every night – I’m not that rich! The reason going home is so special is because I have it in small doses, and the wonderful friends that I have will always make time to see me because I’m home so rarely.
Coming back to London though, I realised that I don’t have it too bad here either. Yes, my degree is tough and yes, I’m forever poor, but I’ve made some great friends here, I’m studying something I find incredibly interesting, I live smack bang in the centre of one of the biggest cities in the world. Life in London ain’t so bad.
So with that, I made a new year’s resolution. I have no idea what the future holds, and if you ask me again next year, I might be craving something new again.. but for now, I decided I am going to treat the next year as “I’m living in London for a year” and try and get as much out of that year as possible.
I had two Australian friends here, and every other weekend they were off somewhere in England or Europe or doing something cool in London. While the rest of us were eating the salad the local Tesco Express marks down at the end of the night while sitting on the couch moaning about work, these girls were excitedly planning their next day out. I think those two got more out of London in a year than I have in four.
So, with that, let’s be having you London.
I hope you all have a wonderful 2015 and that you take everything life has to offer you this year.