Back when I first moved to London, I seemed to always be on the go. Checking out new areas, looking to meet new people, and just generally enjoying getting out there and exploring what my new city had to offer.
After reading an article a mate posted on Facebook this morning, it’s made me wonder where that person went. Where that inquisitive and adventurous person disappeared to.
When did I become so complacent in my day to day life?
Basically, I’ve settled in and become a fixture on my own sofa. I’ve lost that innate desire to explore the city and to try new things that I had when I first moved here. I’ve lost my drive to make my life interesting and exciting.
But is that a bad thing? We all get into routines from time to time,and sometimes life gets so busy that you just need that quiet time recharging on the sofa. And boy, do I love my downtime!
Or perhaps this is my subconscious telling me I need to try somewhere new to get those adventurous juices flowing again. Maybe I just need to take a trip (preferably abroad, and somewhere sunny) to jump-start that desire within myself while living in London.
Or maybe it’s time to think about leaving London…
As my bestie P keeps asking me what’s really keeping me in London? It’s not like I’ve some fantastic social life here, or tons of friends to spend time with, or some fantastic lover who’s career keeps them in town. And it’s not like I myself have some amazing job that I can’t get anywhere else…
So what is it that’s preventing me from making such a big change?
Probably more than anything it’s nerves and being scared of the unknown.. which is a lame excuse considering the HUGE change I made when I first moved to London 6 1/2 years ago. All by myself. I really can’t excuse being scared of such a change, when it pales in comparison to that.
Is it finances? Yeah, that’s possibly part of it as well. It costs money to move to a new city, and if you don’t already have a job lined up then you need enough to live on until you find something.
Before I moved to London I saved my pennies for most of a year, allowing me to move here with a nice little nest-egg that afforded me a month or two without working. Luckily I found a job and a place to live within my first month here, so it all worked out.
However based on my current financial status, I’m barely scraping by each month. So that doesn’t leave much breathing space to start saving for some big move.
Not that I have any clue where I’d want to move to …
A couple of years ago when I was first made redundant, I did consider moving south to Brighton. I was doing alright financially at the time, and could afford the move itself.
I was so adamant that it was going to happen that I spent a bunch of time down there looking at flats and rooms to rent, but never really found anything I truly liked. So I stopped trying.. and ended up staying in London, living through a year of unemployment and depression.
I’m under no allusions that my life would have been better if I’d gone ahead with the move south. Or even that I’d have found a job right away, let alone an actual social life. But it does make me wonder what could have been…
Anyway… no point looking back on that when it’s time to look to the future.
Now just to figure out where the hell that future will take place. 😉