London, it’s not me, it’s you

[dropcap]T[/dropcap]here’s that age old quote from Samuel Johnson that says “When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life” While certainly not tired of London yet, there are times where I feel like I’ve just had a massive strop with the city and now we aren’t talking. Feeling suffocated at my surroundings (literally- building work is dusty) I hopped on a train and headed south to Surrey. [vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13348″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13439″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13351″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13332″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13349″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13335″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I head to my sister’s house a quick half hour train ride away, away from the fug, dirt and stress of London.

We walk through a field with a small herd of grazing cows. Pass dogs and their humans. Down leafy and beautiful streets, and then finally, by the river. People are out fishing and boats chug along the river.

It’s not until I’m out of London, away from the chaos and mess from squatting in my own home, that I realise how much noise there was going on inside my head.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13343″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13340″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13337″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13339″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13345″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13342″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I was warned when our build started, that there would come a point when you would just hit a wall.

I think I’ve hit that wall.

I thought we’d be done by now or at least nearing the end. But we’re not, we’re just not budging from this halfway stage and my god, excuse me, I need to go scream outside now.

Clearly, there’s a reason many of my posts are centred around ‘escaping’ lately![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13347″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I end up sleeping over, because I’m just not ready to face the mess that used to be my home, and also sleeping in clean sheets without grit is amazing.

Down the shops, I buy spare pyjamas and pick n’ mix.  The rest of the evening is spent picking up photography tips because Amelia is the Yoda to my Luke Skywalker.

I sleep like a log- the noise in my head has hushed, the frustration has ebbed away, and I feel better again. Tantrum over!

When you feel like you need to get away, what do you do? Where do you go?[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

Author: Angela Shek

just a clueless mama in East London

12 thoughts on “London, it’s not me, it’s you”

  1. Agreed. I was always against moving to “the country”, but more and more, as I bash elbows with commuters, read about another stabbing, breathe in the smog-filled air … I’m beginning to think that “the country” isn’t such a bad idea afterall. London does something to us – sometimes it’s good, but more often than not, it’s not really that great.


  2. I especially love coming to this part of ‘the country’ because it’s really not that far from London but feels like a million miles away! I love it. Just not having any luck convincing Robin though! I’m pretty tired of how London makes me feel like an arsehole, whether that’s fighting for my space on the tube or stumping up silly money to buy a drink. I agree, London does something to us!


  3. I don’t live in a big city, but I love walking up the nearby hills and just look over the city that I’m in. When i’m in university I usually come home when I need to escape.
    x Kenzie //


  4. One of the reasons I went travelling was because I was falling out of love with London and needed to figure out if it’s where I really wanted to be (turns out it is). But I still take every opportunity I can to escape at the weekends and get peace and calm elsewhere. I can’t see myself living in London forever (mainly because I doubt I’d be able to afford to buy here anytime soon) but the thought of living somewhere more provincial terrifies me at the moment!


  5. it used to scare me too! but, recently I love it! i love all the space, and greenery and people being nice to me, haha! It kind of ebbs and flows, but London is home right now. I think it takes leaving it, even for a day, to realise that.


  6. It’s so funny that you say that because London is my favorite place! I think living full-time in a big city can be exhausting though. I started to feel that way when I lived in New York. Escaping to a new place always helps me reset!


  7. I completely understand what you mean…
    I used to live in London and, even it is my favourite city, I agree that some times it is just too much and it is exhausting. Everytime I had this feeling I tried to go to the countryside to visit any of the beautiful small villages where you can arrive by train. 🙂



  8. I definitely feel the need to escape London from time to time too (even though I’m a city mouse who was born and raised here) – this year, I didn’t get to leave the city for a good 6 months and found myself itching to flee the big smoke for green fields and the coast, longing to hear birdsong and the crash of waves on sand. I love those pictures of the people on the river – looks so peaceful. Maybe our desire to be near water is a biological instinct! Unfortunately I don’t really have family in idyllic places outside of the city, maybe one day I’ll have to get a little bolthole far away from civilisation…x

    Tamsin | A Certain Adventure


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.