Loving London Life

You know when you ask someone how they are?  Many people just give the same answer every time – their cat might have died but they’re fine.  They just had an amazing blow job but they’re still fine.

I normally think and give an answer.  Occasionally if I’m tired, in a rush, too many people have asked me or just don’t like the person asking me, then I’ll give the bland answer.  But I like to treat people’s questioning of my health and happiness with respect, and give them a considered answer.

At the moment, it is noticeable how often I am using the words, ‘good’ or ‘happy’, or words to those effect.  Perhaps it is the sunshine.  But I don’t recall using such positive adjectives this time last year (even before the referendum).

What has changed?  Quite a lot.  This time last year I was doing credit control in Bracknell, living in Bracknell.  Now I am doing web development in London, living in London.

I simply love being in London.  I have been threatening to move here since about 2005 and sometimes question why it has taken me so long.  Though I wouldn’t have all the wonderful friends I have now, were that the case.  Definitely no regrets.

But still, it does feel like this is the making of me.

London is a tiring city.  Yet so energising.  There is always something to do – always something I want to do.  From walks in the many beautiful parks, to museums, bars, clubs, mini-festivals, restaurants, drag king nights – my to-do list is rammed.

Time is limited by work though.  It’s a long day, working 9-6, with over an hour each way for commuting.  Rare is there an evening where there isn’t something I want to do – rare is there an evening where I actually do anything though, for fear of not getting my 8 hours sleep (which never happens anyway).

But work doesn’t feel like work.  There is a buzz walking through the city, I have a nice park to sit outside and in my lunch in.  There is a myriad of street food places to try – which I am promising myself I will when (if) I lose this belly – amazing looking food everywhere.

Work itself doesn’t feel like work.  A comfortable office, very nice people, a few absolute hotties, free food and drink at times – the actual work I enjoy.  Well, occasionally it is frustrating, I can spend hours trying to fix the position of something – then make a semi-complex function in 5 minutes.  But the frustrating bits are part of the fun – the feeling of elation when I solve a problem, which was utterly non-existent in credit control.

Even the tube journey I am content with.  Air conditioning helps.  Normally I get a seat at some point during the journey if I position myself correctly (I always allow women or old people to sit down first).  And normally there are some hotties on the tube too.

In fact, I seem to fall in love several times a day.  And I am in love with London itself.

One is definitely happy right now.

Time to go straighten my hair and go for a walk.  Regent Street is closed to traffic so I’m going to take a wander down there – I might get myself a glitter moustache, there is apparently a Brazilian samba going on, and a steel band, then onto my roast dinner haunt in Farringdon which is allegedly a Time Out Top 5 roast.  Will it make my top 5?