Metamorphosis

Hi again!

You can see the big excitement in my face as I am wearing a mega-cool-not-boring-at-all navy jacket and I am all literally tangled in the sea of all not-the-same-at-all black trousers and T-shirts last minutes before the  shop closes

There are so many crazy things I could be telling you about right now – but I’d rather go to sleep if you don’t mind – as I really selfishly spent two hours lying on the grass in the park in Greenwich trying to recover from my 4 hours of unpaid trial shift and trying to connect some dots in my mind. And then, of course, it took me 2 – 3 hours to come back due to my wonderful navigation skills and the fact that I lost my map, of course.

I went the wrong direction then (what a surprise!) - well, at least, the sight was lovely!

So, after a week here in London here are some more statistics, facts and conclusions:

4 interviews + 1 trial shift attended so far.

I also received an email from a journalist interested in me and my creative practice (even though, sadly, the biggest creative achievement recently has only been my constant blagging and that’s pretty much it)

As well as one more email from my friend who is going to spend a year in Japan from this September and I don’t even want to think about the possibility of not seeing her for the whole following year. So I better think of a way to see her… and everyone else… everywhere else.

Got some extremely exciting last minute purchases for all these interviews and trial shift including: dark navy jacket, black trousers, black plain shirt, black tights, light colour tights and stuff like that. Basically, neither of the stuff I would actually choose on my own will. Ah, Primark, what would I do without you! At least I got a free tortilla so far, awesome!

I still keep getting lost between the train station and my home that are literally 5 minutes apart. Don’t ask me how it’s possible.

I keep postponing one more interview for an extremely boring and difficult job that I might get only because I know some certain people. But I guess I have no choice, really.

Oh yes, connections, connections, connections – that’s really helpful here, especially when you have spent 20/22 of your lifetime OUTSIDE this city!

Sometimes I start considering maybe I should invest in some fake tan + bleach my hair blonde and go to one of these clubs in the Bank so that I attract some rich middle-aged sugar daddy working in one of the tall skyscrapers in The City. I am only joking of course.

And, even though I still have no clue where, how and when I will get any closer to what is at least a bit closer to my dream rather than be selfishly wasting the last change on the tube fare I am grateful for all these experiences I had – this one week only was a real eye opener for me in some ways that I did not even expect. But about all these existential things maybe next time! I am just so thankful to my friends and family who (hopefully) still believe in me! 

P.S.: I can’t stop listening to this Philip Glass album my friend recommended me – hope you like it as well! Goodnight~