A few weeks ago I wrote my first blog post, after 3 weeks of living in London. Another 3 weeks have gone by and, honestly, both a lot and not much has changed.
I'd mentioned the Meetup App as a means to make friends. I've tried out the app one or two times and it seems pretty alright. My issue with it is less so with the app but with myself. Many of the conventional meetups are centred around drinking and nightlife. In all honesty, I'm not a nightlife kind of guy. I don't drink, mainly for personal reason, but many attribute it to my religious beliefs. And the two time's I've been clubbing I hated it! Too loud, too many people and too many creepy guys trying to feel unsuspecting women.
The few meetups I've found interesting are more relaxed and up my avenue. However, the ones I'd really love to attend are a considerable distance from where I live, and that's in London alone! For example, I'm a Bollywood fanatic, but I'm really not feeling travelling 40 minutes on the tube to watch a film with other people. On the flipside, one meetup I honestly really enjoyed was the Silent Bookclub. It was low key, in a creative jazzy environment, and with people who genuinely enjoyed reading! Not only that but I met a woman that worked for a drama school that had rejected me a few years ago! NO IM NOT BITTER.
Aside from the Meetup App escapades not much has happened. This makes me question, Am I doing something wrong? When I imagined moving out I thought that I'd go through this amazing fast paced metamorphosis and become a beautiful butterfly. Imagining I'd become one of those souls searching millennials, who have potted plants and discussions with new wonderful people. However I feel like the same guy, with a lot less money, but know knows how to cook and pay bills, so that's a bonus I suppose.
The reason I suggest that it may be my own fault is that I've personally not done a whole lot to change as a person. Is that a good thing? I'm not too sure. A lot of people I know become completely independent of their family, quickly after leaving the nest. Giving them the occasional phone call and visiting once in a blue moon. However, I myself have spent 5 out of 6 weekends back home in the safety of my parents home. I can take the easy route and blame the fact that my parents call me twice a day, asking when I'm coming home. Or the fact that my mother starts to tear up when I leave on a Sunday evening, to return to my own 'digs'.
However, that would be lying. Yes, that is part of why I go home, but it's also because it's easier. Isn't it? It's so much simpler to be with your family in a comfortable environment than with strangers.
I've started to understand that I as an individual like comfort and when given the option will take the comfortable option. I'm slowly starting to work on this. I've been offered some weekend work. This is a good opportunity to earn some extra money (much needed) but also to take the chance to remain in London and maybe put myself out there more.
It won't be an easy task, but as an individual with dreams, that seem too big for a person like my current incarnation, I need to start growing (emotionally/mentally and start trimming down physically) if I want to attain these dreams.
It's not all doom and gloom though! The past few weeks some really positive things have occurred. Firstly, I've grown increasingly close, emotionally/romantically to a person that came into my life this year. I don't have the greatest track record with this department (a story for another time). But this feels right. I hope it works out.
Secondly, I've opened up at work. Now that I don't have the excuse of a two-hour journey to get home, and my colleagues know this, I've taken more opportunities to stick around a socialise with my work-mates. This has been interesting as I work with a broad spectrum of people and getting to know who I do and do not click with has given me a new perspective on friendship. (Another story for another time).