If you had asked me ten years ago what I’d be doing at 25, I couldn’t tell you. If you’d asked me five years ago what is be doing at 25, I’d have assumed living in London. If you’d asked me last year, I’d have assumed living with Giulia and Akos in our cute West London flat.
As it stands I’m now in my own flat with my boyfriend, trying to write my first proper book / novel, whatever you want to call it, which I think is quite fantastic.
I don’t want to live in London forever. I find the city can be draining and tiresome, it isn’t somewhere I see myself raising a family or settling down properly. I find it can be difficult to be inspired to write in London. I’m surround by houses and noise, which is de-motivating and often decide it’s better to do other things. But then, on the other hand, I find that it can be the best place to people watch, learn and explore, the best things for an inspired wannabe writer.
I’ve been in the country this weekend with my family and pets. It’s been great to relax and run through fields playing with the dogs, exploring flower fields with my Mum and just being able to breathe outside without congestive fumes entering my lungs! I find things like this breathe life into me and regenirate me. Whereas the city drains and often exhausts me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love living in London. It’s exciting and I’ve experienced a lot since being there. Just for me, people and busy cities don’t really excite me or energise me like a mountain or open lake would.
Some advice, if I can give you any in my short few weeks of attempting to become a writer is that (most) experiences are good as they give you inspiration to write and explore your inner stories and thoughts to create something magical.
So all in all, you need to remember not to give up. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing in life, you can always make time to write if that’s what you love, or whatever else you want to do. Being busy is an excuse for procrastination!