Photos I took last Winter in Barcelona
A change is on the horizon.
You know that feeling you get in your stomach when a big change is about to happen? The rumbling excitement which gets rudely interrupted with pangs of twitching nervousness?
In less than two weeks my entire life is about to be turned upside down.
I’m not sure if I’m quite ready for it, but how often does one feel truly ready?
I have decided to leave Barcelona to move back to England.
Just before the summer is about to kick in, I know. My fellow Brits may be thinking I’m mad and in a way they would be right…
Butttt…I’m not going to any old place in England.
I am moving to the style mecca that is London.
I lived there once before in 2010 for just over a year and if I’m honest, I really did not enjoy it. You may be asking, well why are you moving back there?
The answer is that so much has changed in these last few years. Back in 2010 I was a completely different person. I was young, naive and coming to terms with the fact that yes, to get anywhere in life you have to work hard. Incredibly hard.
My image of moving to London and everything magically falling into place did not happen. I was working 70 to 80 hours a week, drowning in bills and living in a room where they should start an official ‘swing a cat’ competition.
Being flat out broke surrounded by a true decadent wealth that I have not seen in any other city was not much fun.
I would walk past the gleam of The Ritz on my way to a 14 hour shift from hell and imagine what it would be like to be ‘on the other side,’ as I imagined it back then. In London it is inescapably in your face 24/7.
Once I remember walking past a line of shining Rolls Royce. Beautiful, petite Chinese women dressed in traditional attire where being guided out of these majestic vehicles.They looked like silk covered butterflies.
Staff were floating around them holding delicate sun umbrellas, protecting their milky skin from possible rays which could have broken through the clouds. Hotel staff ran to the stacked leather luggage cases to further assist the numerous private staff.
Back then I had watched too much TV, listened to too much music to think that I deserved the high life without putting any work in. Cringe.
Now, years later, I am so excited to go back it’s a bit silly! All the amazing things I didn’t get to see and do last time. All the adventures that are coming my way.
Electric Soiree is about to go to a whole new level. Are you ready?