Oh bollocks.. I love London!

Morning after morning. I woke up in London. And it felt damn good.

The weather was perfect, you drew the curtains and took in all the madness. I know, right? You’d say it always rains. Well, as long as I’ve been here, I’ve just seen some small drops of rain. 🙂 Quite lucky, I might say.

In the beginning, it was quiet. Then, throughout the day, you began to feel it more and more. The madness. A crazy beautiful chaos that it woke me up, no matter how sleepy I was, it revived my senses and though it did somehow put everything as if on fast fw, it was an incentive.

But it wasn’t like this from the start, me and London, we’ve got a pretty rough start.

The first time I got out at the Westminster tube station, so the first thing that I saw was the Big Ben. Then I took a walk to the Big Eye down the Thames.

It was a bit cold, little sun that could warm my scared heart ( I was about to begin the internship at a huge fashion house).

After half a day of walking, I haven’t had any feeling. I liked the city, but usually, whenever I go to a new city, I get this vibe.

I don’t know how to explain, like a feeling, almost as towards a person. It has a personality, an atmosphere, something that stays with you.

Well, London had none for me in the first day. So I was a bit disappointed, I was expecting it to amaze me a bit more, to leave me wanting for more.

The next day, things changed. I was decided I should leave all plans and itineraries and just go. To the streets, whatever. That’s the best thing! Before, when I used to go to trips (and actually didn’t have a smartphone with Google Maps on it, just the usual tourist paper guide) – and why does this seem like it’s been ages ago?! – I planned every minute. Literally, I planned the s*** out of the trip. I thought this way I could experiment everything.

Haha…wrong. Now I think I’m really experimenting a city. Without plans, just go where your steps guide you 🙂 And anyways in London there are plenty of stuff to see.What I liked about not knowing where to go was that I liked that feeling of not knowing, and bumping into something beautiful, or into some crazy groups in Soho at night, or meeting Afro Americans and chatting about their history. It kept me wanting for more.

Morning after morning. Seeing Brits going to work.  They know that the dark blue suit goes well with white or pale grey and that orange socks with blue dots are quite a distinctive note to their outfits. In the tube, all are reading the newspaper. I must say I began to do the same..though it’s been a lot of time since I haven’t read a newspaper other than the online version of it. I was holding steadily on my coffee, my newspaper, and my dreams.

Day after day. I woke up in London. And this city felt like it was home.

I don’t know why. I cannot explain to you. But in these three weeks that I spent there, I felt that it embraced me. It offered me a lot.

Night after night. I made fun of the British accent. I savoured every tiny bit of the blueberry muffin and I had stupid silly conversations every day with the cashiers at Sainsbury’s. Day after day, I had something new to try out. And it was crazy. At the end of the day, I felt so tired but still wanting to see more of it.

Morning after morning. I loved it. I have to admit it now. It wasn’t very dear to me in the beginning, but…oh bollocks…I love London!

XO,

O.

 

Hisilicon Balong

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