For the past month, I have been very reluctant to write, every time I think of a fantastic topic, a funny experience or an offshore experience, I sort of end up musing about it but never actually sitting down to type it up. I keep finding myself in guilt waves, partly because I am not writing and partly because I have decided to move back to UK and therefore can’t be this expat writer and typist/ blog-ist anymore. It feels slightly hypocritical.
I can blog out there i guess and I most certainly will but this concept of me and Istanbul will sort of fly right out the window…
I have been thinking about the reasons why I started writing this blog in the first place. You know the usual, express myself, write, laugh, share and all the other reason that people blog for but now I will never know what it will be about until I get my butt back out there. And God, not only is that scary, even more scary than it was to move out here but having no idea what I will do, also leaves me speechless hence wordless.
When I came out here, I had no idea what it would be like. I could only guess, but really I had no idea. When I go back it all either be the same – which is scarier or everything that I already know about the city and its lifestyle will have a new twist with the new me…
You see, I’m not the person that came out two and an half years ago and will this new person have to learn to love London again? Or does she already love London and will it be an oh-so-sweet experience where hop and skips the streets with love?
God knows… Now that I’ve told you I’m going back, I feel better. You will now have to read about stories from my farewell parties now.
Happy New Year everyone, hope it’s a good one for us all!