My apologies to all you out there who may be coming back to the same stale blog page for the past week. I truly am sorry!

I’ve been back in swinging London town (literally in some cases, ahem - more on that later) for about a month now and I’ve had LOADS going on.

It’s been more than a year since I’ve lived in this brilliant city and I’ve missed it dearly. Blighty is feeling different - more comfortable and definitely less stressful than before.

Why is that? I was pondering that while I walked into work this morning. That’s right - from my new residence I can actually walk to the studio I’m working from this summer. Ok, so that’s reason number uno why I’m less stressed.

I no longer need to take an hour long tube ride into an office every morning. London transport is amazing - you can go anywhere, subway stations at every corner, night buses when the tubes stop running. Great. But, catching a train during the morning or early evening commute is disasterous and will have you holding on to your sanity as tightly as the stranger next to you as the packed train rocks violently towards your destination.

Ah, Bakerloo line, I miss you not.

I think my contentment whilst walking down Whitechapel High Street every morning is apparent to all passersby. Case in point: I’m actually asked for directions. Do I look like I know where I’m going? Do I look like a friendly stranger who can help? The answer is yes! I’m asked at least once a week how to get somewhere and of all those times I (sort of) knew where they needed to be. Success!

If someone were to ask me how to get from the CN Tower to the lake front in Toronto I would probably stare at them blankly, blink a couple times, then perhaps pretend I’m a tourist and tell them I was just about to ask them the same question. But the truth is, no one would ask me because I look just as lost as they do.

Shameful, but true.

I definitely feel like a different person than I did a year ago. A lot has changed in my life and I feel older (in a good way!).

Discovering London for the first time was splendid - exciting and scary and lovely. But, now that I know my way around, know people in the city, have gotten over my Oxford Street obsession and understand the difference between gas ovens vs. electric- I’m a lot happier, a lot more fulfilled, and even more excited for the future - with better meals on the table.

x

Tags: General Lori-ness //