Right- so I've finally taken the plunge and have decided it
might be both therapeutic (for me) and a good laugh (for anyone reading), to
share my trials and tribulations as a Canadian girl living in London, England. Here
is an abridged bit of background: In 2010 I finished a degree at University and
my contract with a cushy government job came to an end, and I was feeling
pretty underwhelmed with Ottawa. In the
summer I had fallen in love with a sweet British man who I emailed and “skyped”
everyday, and by the time October came around, I decided to do what every
logical woman does with someone they’ve spent 2 entire weeks with. I moved in
with him.
In all fairness, he and I had met a year prior and kept in
touch until the summer when I went over for 2 weeks on my vacation from the
government. You can imagine it was a fairly life-changing 2 weeks. (Nothing
funny! My parents are reading this!)
So it’s October 2010, and within hours of landing at
Heathrow I had already delved into a world of exciting and massively awkward
scenarios that are really funny today, although often horrifying at the time.
There were countless situations that made me feel like I was
in a movie. Every time I stumbled home from the pub in a state of confusion, or
got pushed around attempting to walk in the city during rush hour, or got asked
if I were American, it felt like God (or something) must be sitting on a couch
eating popcorn and “taking the piss” (translation: making fun of me, having a
laugh).
There are times that I think London is the best city in the world,
and other times that I resent the hell out of the place. And I am SO gutted
that I didn’t write about these things as I felt them for the first time.
So, this blog will be a way to reminisce about many first
time experiences of living in London, and to continue writing about my everyday
experiences living there. I say “there” because I’m currently in Canada,
counting down the days until I’m back!
And the countdown begins...
