It's hard.
Sometimes it's just really fucking hard.
For me, this is compounded by being unemployed. I'm an externally motivated person, a true extrovert. My creativity and energy and enthusiasm grow exponentially when I can share it with people, or when I am responding to a discussion or when I can talk through ideas en voz alta with another human. Without a job, I'm not motivated to be anywhere by any certain time. I'm left to wander around most days left to my own devices, which, for me, is as exciting as reading a phone book. Which means some days I don't leave the house, or get fresh air or even interact with a barista. Which means my moods get lower and the days run together. There's probably some seasonal affective disorder happening, too, but I don't think that can account for all of it.
However, this blog helps a lot: I enjoy writing, and I can't write seven blog posts about the color of the carpet. (It's like a dark foresty teal. A bit like deep ocean. Or a stormy day on the Oregon coast. Hmmm, maybe I could write seven posts about it...)
So, I'm asking for your help:
Find something for me to do in London.
Do a quick Google search. Tell me your favorite pub (or library?) from when you studied abroad. What odd museum is always overlooked by Lonely Planet? If I know someone is expecting a post, I'll actually do it! Leave a comment or shout out on social media.
And don't hold back! I want the most random things you can think of. I've seen Oxford Street. I've been to South Bank. I can see the London Eye every damn day if I wanted to. I'll review the basics, too, but what haven't you seen?
Or, don't. That's cool too. I'll just move on to describing the curtains. They're kind of beige... like the very tip of a hedgehog's spine...
