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.
“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.
Now 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
Nothing 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”