It has been the biggest battle to write this blog post - a two month long battle and I have let you, my readers, down. I have no reasonable explanation or excuse for my long and gratuitous absence other than lack of inspiration and dedication.
I am sitting here at a cafe along the banks of Serpentine Lake in Hyde Park writing the rough draft for the post while simultaneously sipping on fresh orange juice, watching families walk past as they enjoy a brisk Monday morning stroll through the park, observing the vast array of wildlife - namely birds (birds everywhere!) - fly swim or strut their way around the shorelines.
I'm not really certain what direction of this long awaited blog post will take. Other than there is quite a lot of goings-on I must bring you up to date on. I think I will let it manifest on its own.
The past two months I have been up to my eyeballs in exciting ventures around this city I have been quick to call home. I have also spent the last month or so contemplating what direction I would like to take my life after this initial year concludes - that is to say - do I continue my journey here in London or back home in the good old US of A? Part of me can never quite imagine leaving this sublime city but sometimes one must consider the unimaginable in order to progress to where they would ultimately like to arrive.
My two dearest friends, Anna and Romy, and myself have spent the last two months traversing (and eating) our way around a multitude of different nooks and crannies across the city.
A few of the highlights included a night retreating into the spicy aroma of Dishoom in Shoreditch, a Bombay styled restaurant and cafe with a dash of London cool thrown in. We spent the evening having deep laughs and celebrating Anna's recent acceptance into the Photography school at the London College of Communication.
The night consisted of ordering the works, trying everything possible off the ethnic Indian menu. Cheesy Naan breads, spiced chia lattes, a slew of chicken with accompanying spices and seasonings such as ginger, cinnamon, and coriander, and topped off with dessert puddings made up of a surprising combination: pineapple and black pepper. It was a memorable, aromatic evening spent in the dimly lit room on the corner of Shoreditch High Street, an evening of eating, savoring and revelry amongst friends.
Another weekend the girls and I decided, on a whim, to hop on the Overground and ride the train all the way to the end of the line, we made it to Richmond, which if you can believe, is still in London. The overcast day was spent exploring Richmond Park, which is one of the biggest Royal parks in London and also a nature preserve (so no Dad, you couldn't go hunting here). I still find it baffling as to all the treasures this city can hold. Letting the "wild" get the best of us we frolicked throughout the park exploring the lakes, climbing trees (more specifically trees that had fallen over), and trying to do our best Bear Grylls impression by attempting to track down deer - all we managed to find were a few docile dogs and territorial swans.
We unwound from the day's adventures by convening at Romy's flat to have her give Anna and myself a lesson in great French cooking 101. We spent the late evening dancing to Frank Sinatra on Spotify while simultaneously preparing a chicken and potatoes dinner - Romy knows how to do dinner right. The evening was well spent with friends and rolled into the early morning hours; we parted ways at the crack of dawn only to make it back to our respective flats to take an early morning nap. Now I know why my sleep schedule has been thrown out of whack!
Romy left us a few days after the end of term to head home to Hong Kong for break. Before Anna did the same we headed out for the afternoon to take in the city - from the clouds. Having come across the Sky Garden venue in the weekly Time Out London blog, we trekked through the Business District to the Walkie-Talkie building, fondly nicknamed due to it's keen resemblance to, you guessed it, a walkie-talkie, to catch a ride to the top for the sweeping views of Central London and a neatly designed indoor garden.
We were both glad there was a guard rail on the outdoor observation deck since it was another typically windy day, I imagine we looked like Rose at the bow of the Titanic, except slightly less graceful and there was no Leonardo Dicaprio around. What a shame. After making back onto street level, we tucked in for some delicious porridge (more commonly known as oatmeal in the States) to finish off the afternoon before departing.
While I have yet to come to a definite decision on where I will set my sails towards next, I have taken the time to live each day here in London like these next two and a half months will be my last. Which I believe to be a good general rule of thumb in life, as cliche as it might be, to live each day as it were your last. Because we are so small in the grand scheme of things and only have a finite control over the ways of the Universe (that is to say, not very much). One never knows where the winds will take them but I do believe we are responsible for being flexible with where they decide to take us on each of our individual journeys throughout life. It's our job, and in our best interests to draw inspiration from those that God brings into contact with us throughout our lives but to also not compare our road to others'. If we all traveled down the same road that would make for a rather crammed and slow moving path and no one would get anywhere. We do not have to have it all figured out in order to move forward, as long as we just move.
Lots of Love,