I'm writing this on a tablet, using hijacked internet, after a hot hot flat warming.
As a country dweller, and one of those rare few who went to what can only be described as a rural university, if there is such a thing in the UK, it took a while to get used to the London life. Everyone is in a perpetual hurry as if all their spouses are having simultaneous births, and yesterday I was spat at for no other crime than breathing (and breathing foul Whitechapel air at that). I've been in The Big Smoke for eight months, and I've only just moved to a part of London where the streets aren't mostly comprised of compacted litter.
The new flat is a huge upgrade. I'm sharing with my long time friend, with space enough to fit my sprawling PC/TV/record player combo. I am reaching a dangerously critical level of hipster, as I've finally space to put out all my vinyl and woodcarvings. This is not a moniker I wish to have, but sadly it is inevitable (he says as he strokes his meticulously trimmed beard).
Hopefully this is the start of better things. A flat that I'm not ashamed of showing others. A view that isnt the back of a sketchy as fuck restaurant. A job that is admittedly tolerable, and that will hopefully allow me to concentrate on my writing and my voice work.
And for anyone in the Shoreditch area, I thoroughly recommend The Blues Kitchen for a funky night out. Hit me up for some embarrassingly enthusiastic dance times.
For the point of this post I will say this: a change I'm scenery is good, but try to pair it with a change of attitude as well, because that's really what makes the difference.
Shout outs go out to @candiie and @heidimae , for no other reason than for being awesome gals.
Stay excellent everyone, and for those in London Town, don't let it ever get ya down.
Bragi x
