Hello, there!
So, first of all, yes, I went to Covent Garden and it was cool. There was an artist (really?????) and N and I watched how this insane guy juggled with chainsaws (yes, you read right). We found this really cute inner yard called Neal's Yard. It is between Neal's Street, Monmouth Street and Shorts Gardens (all of that close to Shaftesbury Avenue). The houses there are painted in many colours and there is a café in the middle of it. It was so cute and peaceful. We found the whiteboard there which had magentic words stuck to it and made a very thoughtful sentence (at least that was what we thought). After Neal's Yard, we went to Camden Market, a really nice market where you can get all sorts of junk and cool stuff. For instance, there is the coolest shoe shop I have ever seen. The shoes are colourful, crazy and the heels are the best part. Some of them were flamingoes, or bricks or little Alices and March Hares, it was just so cool and I have already decided that I will treat myself to one these pairs for my birthday. After trying on about two hundred dresses (and buying one), we went to the CyberDog, a kind of disturbing, futuristic, alien-style shop which sells equally disturbing, futuristic and alien-style fashion and gadgets. There were shirts with screens on, illuminated Lego and clothes that shone in the dark. However, the most disturbing and coolest part was the sex department. If you've ever wondered what it looks like when two aliens have sex and want to see a picture, go there and you will be rewarded. Also the gadgets were quite, well, let's say interesting. There was leather and lace and some strange whip-like things (either they were whips, or gigantic dildos, I don't know). And there was a queue in front of the shop, if that doesn't say anything. It is well known that a shop must be worth visiting when a queue is in front of it (a lesson taught by Abercrombie and Fitch, though the employees in CyberDog weren't naked; however, they ran around in spacy swimwear, which should count as well...) London was great, but I was really excited to fly home for Easter the following week to be with by darling man and family. FOMO started right the moment I exited the plane. Or rather TFOOTSAYFAFAYAJWTSTWYBWYHSIMAWTTOTBWYWMYFMWYNWHATT (the feeling of obligation to see all your friends and family although you actually just want to spend time with your boyfriend whom you haven't seen in months and who took time off to be with you, which makes you feel mean when you're not with him all the time). A week is actually really short, and most of the plans I had had for the week weren't even realised (like finally going to the hairdresser) because I preferred lying on the sofa with my man, watching Big Bang Theory. When I came back, I felt really excited about doing stuff like going to London and meeting people; however, N had to work, so I went up to London on Thursday on my own and wasted three quarters of an hour to find a museum somewhere in the outskirts (and, no, I didn't find it). Frustrated, I drove to Oxford Street and ate a burger (thank you, museum of branding and advertising). However, I ended up enjoying myself and the city a lot because although I have been in London now since September, I still sometimes cannot realise that I am really here. The next day, the family invited me to LegoLand, which was just amazing. I don't know whether you know but everything there is out of Lego (which is presumably why it is called LegoLand...). The rides were really funny and not too scary for me (and people who know me well know that it doesn't take much to scare me on a funfair) and the Lego Cities were just too cute (consult the pics if you don't believe me). There was this area where famous buildings were displayed as Lego miniature models and it was just amazing to see what you can apparently do with Lego (however, I am still not really interested in it, once a PlayMobil girl, always a PlayMobil girl). So, finally to the caption of this report: Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you just couldn't decided what you wanted and even after you've made a decision, you have problems sticking with it and still weigh the ups and downs in your head? Well, this is pretty much my life. I am unable to make decisions. It's now April and I still have no real clue what I am going to do next year because there are so many possibilities and as soon as I think I have settled for one of them, I turn over a new leaf and the whole process starts again. But it also happens with little decisions. Yesterday, N and I wanted to spend the day together and then go up to a game-playing pub called Meltdown in London. However, I was really tired from LegoLand and also because we had met up the previous evening to go to a StoryTelling Meetup in Richmond (which was so not worth staying up late, but at least I can tick it off the list), I left my decision to the last minute. The whole day I terrorised myself and N with the inability to just decide whether I wanted to go up to London or not and in the end I was so tired of not making a decision that I made the decision to stay home. Still, I mulled over my decision again and again, when N had long headed off to London on her own, and was sure I had made the wrong one, even though thinking that didn't help at all, but I was suffering from a clear fear of FOMO (the fear of missing out). I was convinced I hadn't made enough friends yet (which is true), but had to work the following day, so I would be too tired (true, too); but it was a Saturday night and a special disco at the Meltdown, but I was tired from LegoLand and had spent so much money in the past days; but there would be nice people I had already met the last time and I could bond with them; but, on the other hand, I had a rough week ahead (it's the children's holidays, which is great for them and a nightmare for me...no, just kidding...) and this was my only chance to be on my own and recharge my batteries as I had to work on Sunday; but I could always watch TV, but this was a once monthly chance; but I really wanted to watch TV and recharge... And so on and so forth, I could go on forever. In the end, I had a wonderful evening talking to my host parents. So case settled. suck it FOMO.
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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