Two Years In The Capital, or Lessons From London
Another chapter of my life is coming to a close, so I figure it's worth writing about it and reflecting on what happened. I've lived here in the capital for roughly two years, which is something I have wanted to do for a while. The idea became nascent in my teenage years, and eventually I acted on it and made it reality. I will commend myself on that if not anything else. A desire that lived solely in the realm of ideas was made reality, and I lived it. That is something to be proud of -- something to look back on in the future when self-doubt is my predominate feeling and nothing feels attainable. Ideas can become reality. I decided to move to London not really sure how my finances were going to work out. I could take out a student loan to cover my tuition costs, but there was no further help for living costs. I basically had: my savings, my mother, and a chasm waiting for me to fall into somewhere down the line. Over time my savings dwindled, my mother helped with accommoda...