My first weeks here I did a hella lot of walking. Mostly because the tube scared me and because I like walking. It’s too cold now to do that but anyways
I found this sign funny because Diversión in Spanish translates to “fun” so, here is where the fun ends.
I’ve walked through what I understand now as posh areas wondering if I’ll ever be wealthy enough to afford a flat in such places (or a flat for myself only). I looked at these lives so different from mine and said to myself in my head “started from the bottom… started from the bottom”. I’ve found myself wanting a lot of stuff here. Starting from the bottom can be harsh I guess.
My only friend that I know here from my country is moving to Madrid, so I went to her place in Chelsea to pick up some stuff she was selling and to say bye. My friend Sol is independent, really pretty and incredibly smart (a lawyer). Although I do not consider myself someone with these qualities (mostly because I compare myself too harshly which I know is terrible but it still happens) I admire her a lot and I wish to be as cool as her in the next years of my life.
I came back home feeling hopeful yet a bit melancholic. Is this what they call seasonal depression?
Anyways, here are some abandoned items at the tube to lighten up the mood