Posts Tagged ‘London’

Alas, it is all coming to an end.

In a few hours I will board my last long haul flight of this trip and make my way back to London.  I have mixed feelings about it if I’m honest. This flight signals the end of my sabbatical and the beginning of real life and it also presents a crossroad where there is no defined way forward. I have a lot of decisions to make in the next few weeks and it all feels a bit daunting. At the same time, it is exciting. I know my life is changing and I know that change will be a good thing. 

I want to say that this experience has dramatically altered my outlook on life but that would be overstating things a bit. I have opened my heart and my mind just a bit wider and am seeing things around me just a little bit differently. I still feel mostly the same. 

When I return to London, I have a week straight of reunions, business meetings and catch ups with people that I have never met. Wish me luck!


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The singer/songwriter/DJ Imogen Heap has always made me dream of London. When I was  24, I could think of nothing more fantastic that to live and work in London – mainly to be near a boy that I thought I was in love with. London represented everything I felt I should be experiencing in my twenties: long commutes, no money, teeny apartments, weird roommates, broke friends, long nights with lots of booze.

This song in particular caught me every time and whirled me into a daydream about what my life would be like when I finally got to London – falling in love, making excuses to stay together longer, rainy nights remedied through open fires and warm cuddles.

Now that I live in London and have experienced a different side of this dream, it still strikes a chord. It feels more like a song of happy chances and taking risks. Or not. I’m older and more, ahh…seasoned shall we say…but I still love this song. I have been to see Imogen twice, once in London’s Albert Hall. She’s brilliant. She forever reminds me of a hopeful, if slightly naive, time in my life.

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For those of you that know me personally, you’ll know that I am going through a time. One of those dramatic-life-altering periods where everything that you believed in, loved and dreamt about falls down around your feet. Don’t worry, I’m not posting on my ‘fun-lovin wine blog’ with all doom and gloom – just keepin’ it real.

One of the major drawbacks? Over the last four months, I have had some of THE WORST wines. The other day I was drinking ‘California White Wine’ at a pub with friends and the wicked hangover that I experienced the following day was proof of my lack of judgement. Is my drop in standards a result of my broken heart? Or is it more down to the fact that I just want to drink, cry and feel sorry for myself?

One thing is for sure, when the bottom drops out of your life, you really start to see yourself. You see everything just a bit more clear. The good, the bad and the ugly – all in hypercolour. London is surprisingly a pretty good city to be in for this type of self reflection. No matter where you are in the city, you are surrounded by a massive amount of people from every walk of life. I’m currently sitting in a cafe drinking a lovely glass of Chablis AC, blogging to you folks and positioned next to two loud boisterous Spainards, two techy Japanese playing on a MAC and an American girl out for lunch with her gay best friend. Everyone has their own struggles, insecurities and triumphs. Its comforting, if not just a little therapeutic.


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