It's that time of year again. I sat down to think about where I have lived, the amount of times I have moved, the clothes and items which have accumulated. It is easier to keep things organised if there's a plan. I remember coming to the UK with one large and one small suitcase. That is definitely not the case for this next move but I must say I am happy with the progress so far.
York has been really lovely. I met people and made some great memories. Funny how we experience friendship and love when we are surrounded by a different background. Different needs are amplified when your mind is focusing on other things. Opportunities exist all around us and I could have easily been writing this in another city, having followed a different academic path, chosen other friends and partners etc.
Looking forward to having a flat that I can actually walk in! It seems kind of weird but I am so excited. I can't wait to cook for visitors and for my flatmate and have coffees and parties and listen to new music, visit random places for the first time..!
It is hard to not be mesmerized by people in London. I have seen so many beautiful faces, each doing their own thing. It is such a buzzing city, you almost feel it has its own heartbeat and you are so so small. I love how life unfolds. I love how your eyes connect with a stranger and in that moment you are gone. It reminds you how fragile and passing people and situations are. It almost invites you to ''bet'' and risk yourself, any sense of seriousness and give into being playful, silly, daring.
I had a few dreams about someone these days. How can dreams have so much tension? They felt so real. In the first, I saw her and she wanted me to give her attention. I remembered how “uninhibited” things felt; I just kept on kissing her arms, hands and then forehead softly. But this was all happening as if we were having a daily conversation about life and people.
Another dream I had involved her again and she apparently had a really good time out with my friends and family but I couldn’t be there and I felt sad. I really wanted to be there to see her share moments with my siblings, make jokes with them, tease me. It reminded me of my siblings’ partners and how beautiful it is to have people like that in their life. It makes you wonder what is waiting for you.. that the same life events won’t be celebrated in the same way, if any. 