My truth of living in London in my 20’s!
I have been on the edge of writing this post for months now and finally I’ve decided to do it. I am so happy and grateful I have managed to move and live in London but it comes at a cost, and I’m not just talking about a financial one.
Living with strangers
Since moving to London I have lived with a variety of complete strangers. And I haven’t been that lucky person who’s suddenly met their new best friend. I will say this is what has really pushed me to writing this post. It’s been 2 years now of flat sharing and people never fail to amaze me with what they think is acceptable behaviour. Like I said, they are complete strangers so should they be eating your food, or using YOUR sponge! EWW no they shouldn’t. But this is what happens and unfortunately what’s happened to me. I have felt trapped in my room, unable to go out and face the awkward conversation or confront them on the state of the bathroom. I have sacrificed my own happiness in some ways by living with people that clearly want to carry on living like they have their own place.
When I see the amount of people on the tube or in just one coffee shop I find it hard to believe that I have made about 5 real friends since moving to London. It can be the busiest and loneliest place. People don’t seem to have the time to make new friends or have the time to even be friendly.
Feeling like an inconvenience
When I first moved to London I found it really overwhelming. Especially getting on the tubes or if my journey didn’t go ahead as planned. The hardest thing I found was that if I took a little longer looking at a sign or asked someone a question I would get the “inconvenient” eye roll. I’ve now learnt to feel more confident and self-assured and sometimes even the eye rollers need help.
There is no such thing as personal space when you use public transport. I spend a lot of my journeys under someone’s arm pit or with someone’s breath in my face. I was once so close to a woman who wouldn’t move forward that when the train came to an emergency stop and I was thrown forward onto her, she left with a lovely imprint of my face on the back of her jacket. Moral of the story MOVE DOWN! But yes, you have to get used to being squished like a sardine if you want to get to work on time.
Slowly after a while of the hustle and bustle you begin to morph into ‘one of them’. I sometimes have a word with myself to check if I really need to be sprinting everywhere. Is there any need? Most of the time the answers no because I’ve given myself an hour to get somewhere that takes half that. But I still find myself getting annoyed with the middle lane walkers.
Managing to save
I find it hard to imagine how I will ever save any money living in London. Rent is nearly my whole wage and I live in a shoe box. It is really hard being self employed and living here, but I live in the hope it will one day pay off. And even saving a pound a month will feel like an achievement at this rate!
Why I want too stay
One of the reason’s I love living here is that there is always something new to see or do. There’s no chance of getting bored because you can always find a place you’ve never been before. My career opportunities are in London at the moment which is a big reason I want to be here. There is an energy in London that I love, a kind of non judgmental attitude which makes me really happy to be here.
Do you live in a City? What are the hardest things about where you live? I’d love to know how you feel about London?