Day 54… Not a City Girl just yet…

To quote the brilliant song writer that is Ed Sheeren “London calls me a stranger, it is not my home”

When people ask me where I live, I hesitate, I come from a lovely small quite town up North and that is always Home, but nowadays I work and live in a house in London. It does not feel like a place I am going to stay for long, but for now it is some kind of fake  H O M E.

1. Commuting

Rammed-tube11“In a city that never sleeps”  I am a country girl trying to keep up with the pace. The day starts early and finishes late. It is not just starting work early it is the daily commute that causes thousands of people to dive deep into the tube system at once. In my little town back home driving is the only option or walking of course. There is not a regular 5 minute bus, you are lucky if it runs every half hour. Here in London you do not have to drive a car and would rather not with the traffic. Tubes and Buses are in substantial amount. However you are not the only one heading into work that one way, you are packed into a small tin can for up to an hour before you get to work. If my colleges have to be at work for 7 they are up at 5 and heading out at 6. I am pretty lucky, the studio is only a 10 min bus drive so I am at the stop at 6.30 just in-case the drive decides to call at every stop. This brings me to another bizarre point that people are willing to travel over an hour to get to work. Not everyone wants to live in central London and don’t have to choice with its pricing. It is significantly cheaper to live in the outer zones than central London. I know that I might have to travel and hour for my next job which would be crazy seen as I have to be first in to set up all the cameras. With location shoots I will have to be a the studio latest at 6 in the morning so setting off at 5. 😦 I am not liking the sound of that. I love my sleep and at least 8 hour of it.  This would mean I have to go to bed at 9ish … if I say I get up at 4.30. This leads me to another point…

Finishing work at 18.30/19.00 is a stupid time to finish work, Firstly it means the hour traveling back takes up most of your night, even if you go out with work afterwards you still have an hours journey home. So people would get back around 20.30. That is not enough time to do what I need to be done to relax. I have to make dinner, shower, write this blog. . . Have some sort of life. There is not enough time in the day. Oh and Dinner well I just do not have the energy to make anything by the time I get home, it is usually a sandwich as I am given a huge lunch at work. Or a microwaved meal, I am finding it hard to get the motivation to make proper meals. I miss home cooked dinners.  So I get home and just go straight to bed, back up north you would finish work at 5 and be home at 5 past.  You would spend time making a proper meal, sit down and take your time in eating. Have a bath which as I live in a crappy house I do not have one. Then spend another few hours relaxing. Maybe going to a friend house. I just cant find the hours to do that.

It must be only me who gets lost in time, I scroll through Facebook to see other London friends who are grabbing time by the hands and really discovering the London life, whether it is out at a restaurant, a cool pub or a comedy night. My friends seem to know something I do not. They have something that I am missing.

2.Housing

A woman passes house sales and letting signs in west LondonNow this is a northern thing to say but everything is so blooming expensive down here. I would happily move to Manchester right now as it is way cheaper. For my room I pay £460 a month then I have to pay bills on top of that. It is cheap for London, I acutally have a living roome and two toilets too, but it is a tip. If I decided to get a job in Manchester I would have such a Lush place for that price. I live in a council house which is shared with five people. I have a landlady that I do not see, and mold is growing in all our rooms. We do not keep the heating on or the hot water. It could be worse…  Now lets not get started on the price of a pint. Expensive!

3.Grey and busy

busy_londonNothing wrong with the colour it is just a very grey city. I am lucky that when I look out my room I only have half a block of flats in my way the other half of my view is Wimbledon tennis court so it aint bad. It is just there is not much of a horizon, everywhere you look your horizon ends at the grey building in front of you. No green hills, or land. It is a street sandwich, two grey cement buns smush you into a hectic traffic ‘jam’ and a hundred other people. The key is never go to central on the weekend. You wont be able to breath.

London life just generally moves too fast for my liking. What can I do, it is where the work is, my friend are and to be truthful there is more to do here than back home where it is just green rolling fields. Maybe I should be more constructive with my time… Anyway I am still a country girl at heart but I think I might change one day when I get used to  it. I will leave you two links, one to the brilliant song City and another called Home which is one of my favorite songs because that is actually where home is.

“London calls me a stranger, A traveller, This is now my home, my home”

“Home is wherever I am with you”

Night,

L

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Day 11… The little people inside my head.

  I don’t know about you but I daydream a lot.  I have an alternative life, one where I get the job of my dreams, where I meet celebrities (I have had many encounters with the likes of Robert Patterson, Zac Efron and Ed Sheeran to name a few) and I have normal day things happen to me which normally don’t happen to me. See I have a very boring life, I get up, go to work then come back home. If I could I would put day dreaming at the top of my CV even above my university degree. However there was this one time, when day dreaming made me feel sick, depressed and not happy. That’s when I decided to stop for a while. You could say I went cold turkey from my own unique drug.

Today for example on the half an hour bus ride to the shopping center and back, I day dreamed that I was going to an interview to work as camera assistant for a tour of a famous singer (in my head it was Ed Sheeren as I had been listening to his songs although I did not know this at the time of dreaming). I had just been passing the office looking for jobs, whilst I passed this office i noticed they were looking for a Camera assistant. I headed inside to a white room filled with a row of 15 chairs each taken par one with smartly suited individuals. I took the last seat. Being a curious person I fidget, most the others sit proper and straight. Two women sit ahead of us with a brown desk in front of them. As she is giving the introduction everyone is in total concentration, my eyes start to wonder.

I look to my  right and study each serious face. At the end of the line a skinny talk spiky ginger haired geek stands out from the crowd and introvertly smiles at the woman who is still talking. On my left a few more people nod and smile, I look further to the wall a mirror peers into the room. My eyes then move to the corners of the room, small security cameras silently search us. I look from the cameras to the Mirrors then back again…that aint a normal mirror, so I finally smile. I think it is then time to listen to what the woman at the front is talking about. She says that we are now going to go around the room and say or do what we like.

First off is the geeky guy, he stands and says his name then sits back down, and so does the next and next. Others do try to impress, adding paragraphs to their story or standing on their chair. When it gets to me I stand, make my way across the room to the mirrors and whisper Hello then smile, turn my back to the mirror and say my name to the room whilst walking back to the chair, I get sniggers and strange looks but it was different right, and I hope everyone outside the room saw it too. For our next challenge we are asked to get into twos, everyone stands and starts to mingle I rise get some funny looks but keep moving to one persons side. Of course the ginger geeky guy. He doesn’t know what to make of me but he has no other offers. We partner up and we are all asked to perform some kind of instrumental piece. Everyone else has already brought instruments, I foolishly look at my partner , a look that says sorry. I get to look over his CV though and he knows sign language, this give’s me an idea. He quickly teaches me the sign for one of Ed Sheerans songs. Performing outside the box and towards the two way mirror was our best shot and the ginger geeky man agreed with my theory. So we turned to face our reflections and performed the piece to perfection.

And that’s when I stopped. I didn’t let myself get any further as I don’t like to live off false hope. So that was my daydream of the day, what about you. Do you get lost out of reality and find yourself in another world. It might make a good little story, If so share your dreams.

Night,

L