I decided to travel to London to take further studies in leather. I also wanted to level up and also expand my knowledge to shoes as well. Traveling for long periods of time is not really my cup of tea especially to a place where I do not know anyone. Its glamorous I know. The idea of having on the penthouse of the Ritz , and taking loads of ootds on the top of the shard is fun ( yes I sometimes want to incite jealousy with my "glamorous" IG photos- its annoyingly immature that i feel this way). Thats normally what we expect to do, we plan outfits and experiences while we romanticise the idea of travel. Instead of afternoon tea on the Ritz or nice shots of Me sipping champagne in the apex of the tube, i end up drinking soft drinks in a Bengali 7/11 trying to buy sim cards desperately trying to understand a different kind of English, or drenched in the streets of Mile End with your luggages of ootd clothes of your romanticised trip.
I went to London, to have time away from my comfort zone and of course the stress of work. But when I got here, I missed doing technical flats, doing laundry, and going home to my fiancé. I felt very elemental. I was alone without my 4G connection. I forgot how that felt to be totally alone and out of the matrix. My friends nor family was not a Facebook messenger away or can be reached by Facetime in seconds.
There was no social media that can influence you.. I was just alone with my thoughts interacting with my thoughts. I remembered a lot of truths about myself- like how much introverted I am, how much I loved Sciences, how much I love dressing like a boy, and how I geek out during walking tours. I feel like I had a month long meditation period- stripped to the core.
I was alone and humbled by the city that still continued its thing whether I was penniless, drenched and luggage-less. It didnt stop for me... It just moved on. The funny thing is, i survived- and learning a few more truths about myself.