Writing Resurgence
When I first moved to London over a year ago I had grand plans for seeing everything, settling in quickly and seamlessly, and writing about it all on a somewhat regular basis. That didn’t go exactly as planned as you can tell from the date of my last post. What that could mean is that I was so inexplicably caught up in living life to the fullest that I didn’t have time or energy to write it down. That’s a nice idea. In all honesty it was a mixture of not knowing what to write, hanging on to insecurities of writing the wrong thing, too much or too little, or being judged. I want to write about the awesome things that i’m able to do but equally the shitty parts. Neither to make people jealous or show off nor to garner some sort of pitying reaction if everything isn’t 100% a-okay. That’s human nature and one of the reasons I wanted to document my experiences in the first place was to work on shedding those insecurities, not overthinking things, and understanding that not everything can be perfect. But guess what? That’s okay.
Over the past year i’ve done a lot. I mean a lot. Probably too much at points. I saw concerts, plays, the opera, celebrated birthdays, had friends visit, I fell in love and then had my heartbroken, I got a personal trainer and started actually going to the gym rather than talking about it. Oh and I did some work as well - the point of my moving to London in the first place. I went on adventures to different countries, visiting new cities and others that i’d been to a decade or more ago. When I write them out it seems incredible: Copenhagen, Madrid, Toledo, Brussels, Brugge, Paris, Brittany, the Scottish Highlands, Amsterdam, and Dublin. That’s the beauty of living in Europe that so many Europeans take for granted. It’s amazing really. I have a lot of friends from continental Europe and even with the Brits, it always amazes me in their nonchalance at going to France or Spain for a weekend. Back home to even get to another state is going to be at least a 3 day weekend and will cost a pretty penny even with a good deal, definitely not a $75 round trip flight. I’m trying to appreciate it and take advantage without going out of control. I don’t think there is a benefit of going somewhere every weekend to the point that you can’t remember all of the countries you’ve visited or if that beer you had was in Salamanca or Salzburg. More on this later I hope, as it was (and now is again) my intention to write about my foreign adventures.
I’m writing this post back where I started this particular blog. Brew Dog in Clapham Junction. Next weekend i’m taking a couple of days off and heading to the Brew Dog source in Aberdeen, Scotland for the AGM. I bought a few shares back in the autumn and impulsively thought it would be a fun adventure to go solo to a convergence of beer obsessed individuals so hopefully that garners a post in my writing resurgence. I’ve spent a lot of time at Brew Dog, this one and also the others throughout London including a new bar that opened last month across from my office (can you say dangerous?) and even a few other cities (like Brussels and York). At this point it’s more of a symbol of my time in London and various events in my London life than just a craft beer oasis. It’s a good place to write, as my goal of letting go of insecurities and the like broadens with a Hazy Jane or Punk IPA.
And here ends my hiatus as a writer. Hope this gets me back into the swing of things and thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far.
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