So today marks six months since I moved to London. I came here with no work, no friends, and no home. Seems so long ago…and although there have been some wonderful moments, I would be lying if I said that it’s all been ‘lovely’. In fact, it’s been more than a bit of a struggle from day one. I’ve had more than my fair share of disappointments, and it’s quite remarkable how unkind the world can be. However, I’ve kept at it, and am keeping at it. Any obstacle can be overcome, even loneliness.
London has taught me many things, and with every lesson learned, there is one less to learn. I’ve learned that it is imperative to stay true to yourself, to be yourself, to not sacrifice what you are for what you think other people think you should be. I’ve learned that the only person you can count on in this world is yourself, and, that, rather than be daunted by that fact, you should embrace it. Most importantly, London has taught me humility and compassion, to love rather than to hate, to fix rather than to blame, to give rather than to take, to do rather than to talk about doing, to treat everyone and everything with kindness, and to never give up, no matter how hopeless things may seem.
I’ve heard the saying “Life is a journey, not a destination” too many times to count in my life, but it was only a few days ago, sitting alone on a park bench in Amsterdam, gazing at the reflections off a rippling pond, surrounded by laughter and sun, that I realized how important that saying is.
I will forever be ambitious, passionate, and hardworking, but from now on I will face life with loving determination rather than sad desperation. I will seize what life gives me and make the most of it. As long as I can, I will work, I will write, I will read, I will play, I will sing, I will listen, I will create, I will smile, I will love, and, most importantly, I will drink tea. After all, I’m a bit of a romantic. :)