So, did you think that I would be gone forever? Well, you are pretty damn close. Frankly, blogging has been the last thing that I’ve been able to do given all of the stuff that is going on in my life. So, what is it that is occupying so much of my time? Transiting between work, home and my boyfriend’s house. As efficient as the transit is in this city. I can not begin to express to you how much of your life you will waste traveling between work and home. For me, traveling between my house and work takes approximately 50 minutes, which isn’t bad except for the fact that I am covered in sweat and feel that I have had a work-out trying to navigate the tube and a train. It is seriously like a giant kickboxing match from beginning to end.
I leave the house at approximately 7:45 every morning. I walk 10 minutes to the nearest tube station, and literally have to cram myself into the most packed car that you could ever comprehend smashing yourself into. Then, the sweating begins because you are literally rubbing up next to 50 other people that are also wearing winter coats and (likely) damp, moist wool because it is raining outdoors.
After piling out of the carriage at London Bridge station, one literally needs to Matrix their way through the maze of people that are not paying attention to where they are going. Up… over…. escalators… grab a free newspaper…. swipe Oyster Card….. GO!
Finally. Finally, I make it to my train. This is a rather quiet platform where I can catch my breath and stop sweating in tranquility. Then, my train comes. For the next 25 minutes I sit there as the train chugs its way towards my office in a part of the city that no one has ever really heard of before.
And at 5:30 pm, I get to do it all over again in reverse.
Aside from that insanity, I am now in a relationship with a rather lovely man that lives even further away from my office. A delightful journey of 1.5 hours by transit each way to be exact. On the nights that I spend at his house, the commute is especially difficult. This is further made difficult because I have strapped onto me an overnight bag in addition to my work bag, like a nomad.
Don’t get me wrong, my life is pretty good at the present time, but the commute is killing me!
My advice for those planning on moving to London is that you should try to live close to where you work! Seriously. I pay over £170 in transit costs every month and frankly it is not worth it. The same goes for extracurricular activities. If you think that you will be inclined to checking out that gig that is on the other side of town after commuting an hour from work, think again. Same goes to yoga classes, films and grocery stores. Unless you are really motivated and disciplined, commuting long distances to attend anything will soon be avoided at all costs.
Otherwise dear readers, all has been good. The ‘fantasy’ of living in London has been fading fast for several months. I still love this city, but I don’t feel that I am able to spend time seeing much of it. Same goes for traveling. Haven’t had much time for that given my unfortunate circumstance of having chosen a bit of a flat rental scam to live. Luckily that will all change when I move flat in mid-March. Can’t wait!
I really hope my next flat can be a real place that I can call home. I miss having a kitchen of my own and a place to really settle in. I suppose on the outside, London looks all shiny and special, but living here takes a lot of work and energy.
My new goal is to create balance in my life, including finding a special place to call home, focusing on cutting down my commute to/from work every day and focusing on my my own interests, hobbies and wellness. Oh, and this guy…