Chronicles of one girl's journey to London - from conception to eventual migration.

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Right, so this post is about sad things, but fear not reader, this is not my permanent state of mind!

One of the things about moving to a new country that gets lost in the excitement and tiring paperwork is the thought that when you get there, it will be very lonely. But it is!

You take for granted the bonds you have built in your hometown, where on any given night, you have a handful of people to call and just chat to. In a new country, while you're still forging these bonds, this isn't always feasible.

And for all the lovely friends I have made and the boyfriend I am now back together with (more on that later), there are some instances where no one can help the complete and utter bleakness of a night alone.

Because there is no one in the new place quite like the family and friends in the old place. Everyone here already has their life in full motion and you are scuttling around looking for a spot where you fit in. In Toronto, I was a part of the life we built. Here, I am the new brick in the old mansion.

So, there, something to think about . . .


  1. Is it because you didn't have any turkeeeee to eat?

  2. Zairaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you know you can always call me!! afterall in my dreams you leave dates for me (and wear pink dresses?!?) so i can at least answer late night calls! Despite dennis' theory that once in a couple late night calls are off lol