The one thing I’m really proud of since I’ve been here is that I’ve really put myself out there to meet people. In the last little while, I have had a lot of fun doing a bunch of different activities.
I tried out a running club close by. I was invited by a fellow Canadian. The people were great and we went for a drink afterwards. The actual running club wasn’t quite what I was looking for. After learning to run with my aunt and doing so from a place of acceptance of all levels and not being pressured to run at a certain pace or level, I was craving more of that. I also love to run/walk (especially since I haven’t run since before we left for London) and that wasn’t a concept for this group. I still would consider going back though because the people are great. We went to this sort of dive pub after the run that used to be a theatre. The drinks were
Last Monday, I met up with a fellow blogger. I feel strange saying “fellow” since I really started this blog just to be in touch with people at home, but it is a blog, so I guess I’ll just have to get over that. She is an American and moved here with her fiance almost a year ago. I discovered her blog after looking for places to eat in our neighbourhood – Highbury. I sent her an email seeing if she wanted to get together and I met her and her puppy, Oliver at the pub around the corner from where we live. Yes – dogs are allowed in pubs. We also bumped into her and her fiance after we both were at Ottolenghi on Sunday. It’s so amazing that we’re starting to have a little community here. They are absolutely people we seem like we would click with. Sometimes it feels like dating for friends – some you get along with and some you don’t.
On Wednesday, I met up with a fascinating crew on the south-west side of London. I was introduced to a woman through Guy (my friend Nicole’s fiance – note that these two have been so amazing!) in an attempt to break into the creative world. I met her and two of her colleagues who work in the fascinating world of managing classical musicians and singers. I’m afraid to even touch the subject because I know nothing about it (or didn’t before Wednesday). They work with the elite of the industry and it was so interesting to learn about what their world looks like. One of the women is an American, vegetarian, so we hit it off of course. They helped me look at my job search from a different perspective, but mostly we just hung out and chatted. Such a fab group!
Thursday was an iced-tea get together with a new German friend before we hit Zumba. I am now even more excited to visit Berlin at some point. We both happened to live in Nice on an exchange through university, although she is younger than me, so her memories are probably more vivid. It’s strange to find similarities with someone who grew up speaking a different language and living in a very different country from Canada.
Friday was amazing. I went to my first ever fashion show at the V&A with the same Canadian from the running club. She had an extra ticket to the celebration of 25 years of Jenny Packham and invited me along. First of all, models are terrifying in real life. I have no idea why anyone would aspire to look like one. They look miserable and hungry and too skinny. Up close, they have the same bad skin we do and the same bad hair. I kept wondering why we put so much negativity towards people who are overweight and then idolize these people who are so thin. I really don’t understand it. The fashion was amazing though. And the venue added to the atmosphere. If I had to summarize Jenny Packham’s collection, it would be sparkly dresses. She dresses the likes of celebrities and royals and is very famous in the world of fashion.
To see the fashion show, click here.
(image via here)
(image via here)
Which brings us to the weekend, where we celebrated my friend Elan’s birthday. She has amassed a large group of friends in her two years in London. I can’t get over how easy it is to meet new people here. Everyone approached us and welcomed us into the group (even though they didn’t all know each other). We ended up walking home with a Canadian and Italian couple who, it turns out, live in our neighbourhood. They lived in Italy together for quite a while, then moved to England a year and a half ago. They are just great people!
If reading about my daily happenings is boring, I apologize. I wanted to balance the somewhat desperate sounding job posts and ensure I show that life is actually really good and London is amazing. There’s more happening than just looking for a job. I sometimes forget that people aren’t experiencing what I’m up to as I do it, so I might get an email or a call from someone and they’re wondering if I’m alright and how I’m coping. And I’m sitting there wondering why they are feeling that way, so I’m trying to do a better job of balancing the blog.