Saturday, October 29, 2011
I moved to England. All by myself. Left my home and my job. I've been living in London for about a month now. Don't know many people yet, which gets a bit boring, and I miss my friends very much. But for whatever reason I'm kind of in love with this place. It's a scary thing to do; just pick up and leave everything and everyone you've ever known or cared about. I've never been on my own before, so even if it turns out to be miserable and lonely, at least it's something I can say that I did once. In the end I hope it will at least make a good story.
And since I'm finding myself with a lot of spare time, I've decided to recommit to losing weight, the way I did a few summers ago when I wasn't working. I'd really like to lose some weight and then surprise everyone when I go home for new years. I don't have a car and there is a big "walking" culture here anyway so that will certainly help. Plus, it will get me out of the house, not glued to my laptop facebooking with people from back home. Time to explore my new city.
-Stephy is young enough to say: "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight, Like this city is on fire tonight. This could really be a good life, a good, good life..."