So it starts here, or at least getting it down into words. I have moved to Wellingborough in Northamptonshire from the Big ol Smoke, London, and finding my feet in what is a large market town in the East Midlands. It's not glamorous, it's not sexy, there aren't nice little cafes or bars to go to to just "hang". In fact would I really want to hang in Wellingborough? I probably would if I could find someone to friggin to hang with! That's a little untruth actually, I moved here with my boyfriend who has lived here for 15 years, but apart from him, I know only the window cleaner and the person in the gym who swipes in your card.
This is a little release for me, I can put down in words and pictures how I am navigating being the New Girl In Town. The places I go, the lengths swam to integrate into a new town where people aren't coming towards me, waiting to embrace me with open arms and say "Welcome, you are our sister and we want to make you feel like London was just a piss in the ocean compared to the delights that Northamptonshire can offer you. Let me take your suitcase and your pet rabbit from you while you chill out with a skinny latte and I tell you all about what exciting things you can do in our magnificent county".
So it starts here. The start of a blog that no one may read or if they do read, once and once only and move on but at least I can say that I am putting it out there. To be followed.....
I'll be reading it. You are great with words and have an amazing ssense of humour - who knows, maybe one day it'll be a book!
ReplyDeleteI often think about leaving the place I grew up, and moving to the depths of the English Countryside. Perhaps reading your blog will highlight the reality; it's not like the movies. People aren't really chatty to strangers and there aren't lovely busy cake shops to meet friends in!
ReplyDeleteI look forward to following :)
The reality is very different. It is great up here and I will make a point of bigging up the good bits too as I progress but even when your alone in a city your not really, as the buzz and the constant humm of the place makes you feel surrounded. Here you walk around and the fat single mums look at you like your mad because you don't have a child in a buddy eating a happy meal! I love these girls really, they're British!!
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