So I write this in English, just because someday maybe some of my english friends clicks in here and this is partly for them.
4 months in London has passed, I have a hate love relationship to this city. All is based that I came here with dreams about starting something new with someone I loved, a new life full of hapiness 2 months later, those dreams where smashed and I stood on my on. Its unbelievable how alone you can feel in a city with 8 million people.
When something is over you can keep the memories, the pictures and your stories. But don’t feel sad, feel happy that you got to experience it
But I pulled my shit together started to get new friends and meet new people. And there’s when I realised that so many carries bag with memories and stories that took them here. Escaped from broken love, come here to find happiness, escaped broken families, a chance to get freedom to be the one you are. Ok wherever you go people have stories, but here in London I’ve met people that are willing to talk about it, even though you only met like 1h ago. If we compare that to Sweden, where your life needs to be perfect.
And for me that wears my flaux upon my sleeve, this is perfect. What is better than sitting in a sofa with lovely people while London wakes up, talking about your history and how to move on but also about the future and see people find some kind of love again. Even though it might just be temporary. But all we want to do is feel? Isn’t it?
In this city with million people, in this world you’re not alone, you just need to find them that understand your journey and are willing to travel by your side.
Don’t hide, don’t run, fight for what you love, accept your choices and don’t forget to enjoy the moment.