Bedtime Stories - August 29th, 2014
Time has passed since the last time I wrote a personal report on my blog, and things have changed as well - again, I dare say.
I’ve finally left London and I write finally not because I’m happy to have left but just because after a while you always feel the need to go back to your roots, see your old friends and family, enjoy the place where you grew up. I’m currently happily stuck in that period of time between a past experience and the beginning of a new exciting one, that period of time in which all that I personally do can be reduced to two or three things: eat - I’m in Italy after all! -, sleep, stay out with my friends. I also try to hook up with someone but I’m not completely successful at that to be honest.
So, what did I do in London before leaving it, apart being stunned every day by its beauty? Here’s a list:
- I worked, oh God if I worked! I left my job at Zara at the beginning of August to have some weeks to rest and organise my moving back to Italy, until then I was stuck with tidying up tables and folding as many t-shirts as I could in the smallest amount of time possible - sometimes I thought I was going to become blind after all the folding. And yes, most importantly, dealing with customers.
- I went on the British Pullman by Belmond (former Orient Express, does it sound familiar?) courtesy of my lovely friend and flatmate Elena (check out her blog at http://thepeacefulelephant.tumblr.com/) who works with the company. Everything was great, the food was awesome, we drank a lot and then we got to visit a lovely place on the coast - in Kent - called Deal with a romantic shore you can see in photo 3 :D
- my friend Elena and me organised a very small birthday party for my flatmate Alessia who turned 24 and in photo 4 you can see the result of our lovely celebration :D I swear this time there was no alcohol involved.
- I basically forced all my friends to only go to gay clubs in London because I thought I was going to find my soulmate there. Didn’t think I was going to leave soon. And that it’s actually difficult to find your soulmate among the habitués of a gay club. I’m so bad at this.
- I tried on my flatmate’s whole wardrobe - a sneak peek in photo 5
- I dressed up as a Victorian for a photoshoot with two friends - it was one of the most hilarious things I’ve done in London, and the result was perfect as you can see in photo 6!
- I played cool blogger letting my friend take photo of me on the streets of the capital - yay, urban style!!! photo 7
And then I thought a lot about my life, as always happens when you leave and say goodbye. I remembered that I’ll never get used to goodbyes, but who does? I remembered how ambitious I am and how I have to continue with my life and stick to my plans because I’m lucky enough to know exactly what I want to do and how I want me to do it. I understood that every person I met during these four months, but not only, also during my whole life, has helped building up the person I am and the person I’m gonna be. I learnt that falling in love is the thing that defines me, and I don’t mean it in a romantic way, but I’m talking about an everyday kind of falling in love; it’s like when you wake up in the morning and you’re satisfied with the person you are, so you fall in love with yourself a little bit more; it’s the act of getting inspired by other people to keep on being ambitious and finding the strength to carry on; it’s falling in love with people you know you won’t see anymore but from whom you definitely learnt something.
And I remembered another time in my life that it doesn’t matter where I am and where I’m going to go, what I do, who I am with: the place where I come from is part of me, it’s not only made of places but also of people and emotions and for as much as I hate it, I’ll always love it more. And the last photo says it all :) Cagliari <3