This post is going to be somewhat brief, mainly because I’m bored at work and dodging the watchful eye of my manager as I write this.
Two of my friends have just left for America, meeting in the former hub of car manufacturing that is Seattle. I’m meant to be joining them soon, flying out to Toronto to explore the East Coast of America. Recently I’ve got the travel bug, and it’s affected my outlook on daily life quite a bit. I love the sensation of strolling around, not knowing where I’m going, looking at the buildings around me. (This same sensation can be easily replicated if you neck 12 shots and then stumble round your local town centre, but never mind) There’s something very liberating about travelling somewhere you’ve never been before. Maybe it’s the sensation that you won’t bump into any of the reprobates who happen to live on the same road as you, or just rediscovering the child-like sensation of the shock of the new. I’m beginning to be sick of London, having lived here for most of my life. It’s nice knowing where everything is, how to best navigate the tube system etc, but it’s become boring. I remember the first time I went to Boombox at Hoxton Bar and Kitchen, the amazing feeling I got that I was part of something innovative and exciting. Ever since I’ve failed to replicate that feeling, in a club or otherwise, London and it’s personality have become predictable, much like that sinking feeling you get when a relationship no longer excites you.
So to conclude, I’m looking forward to seeing new pastures in America. Because you see so much of American life through a film lens, you’re almost surprised when it actually turns out to be the same as it is “in the movies”. Places like New York City take on an almost mythological status, because of the countless iconic films/photographs/books which have used the Big Apple as it’s backdrop, and I’m pleased to say that I’ll be a part of it soon.