Do you ever feel like life is slipping through your fingers? Are you sometimes overwhelmed by the sheer panic of not knowing what is going on in your life and what are you going to do with it? That’s me.
This month I’m hitting the magical age of 25 and I am clueless about the future. It’s going to be a year since I graduated from university and honestly: shit. And it doesn’t help that I still feel like an 18-year-old who still has time to figure out what to do and can live under my parents’ roof. Far from that! I decided to move a thousand miles from my cozy family home.
So, after my graduation, I packed my bags and moved to London. The mystical city that I dreamed of since I was fifteen. I was excited beyond reason for this new episode of my life. But now, 9 months later, the reality is sinking in. Life in London is not easy if you’re a fresh graduate with a weird degree and when the budget is tight. Still, I don’t plan to give up on it just yet, hence the blog.
I’m still a dreamer, although not as big as I used to. I will hardly be the Patti Smith of my generation nor a member of the royal family. But let’s hope that this blog, this diary, this creation can be of some substance. Stay tuned!