so this man Samuel Johnson once said
"When a man is tired of London he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford."
and I'm sure its true to some degree, but it ain't stopping me from packing up my world, which sadly will fit into a few boxes and bags, and getting out of here.. I'm done, finished, ready to leave.. so i am... i wont go into the oh so very dull and boring details but lets just say i have no reason to stay anymore, and there are too many sad memories around every corner from a lost love that haunts me every day... all very dramatic i know, but its true... i first moved here in 1995 and have been here mostly since then.. and ill be back many times i know, because as i remind myself every day, London is only a place, its not the center of the world... its just a place.. a very busy place at that, and instead of being a frustrated resident, i will become a happy tourist, but one who does not need a map..
so I'm moving from this city of many millions and returning to the homelands of the north.. to a tiny village of less than a few thousand... and i cant wait..
nothing much will change really, i will just feel free (i hope ?)
I'm looking forward to hearing the sheep in the fields outside the house, I'm excited that the seaside is only a very short drive away.. and that the lake district is just around the corner, and I'm eager to have the time to try all those things i have flying around in my messed up head..
so yeah I'm tired of London.. but not of life. onwards and upwards...
and who knows, maybe ill start blogging again more often... lucky you ?..