Welp, this website used to be my private blog, but then I recently found out that Google is actually indexing this website so it’s showing up on search results, so this blog isn’t so private anymore. I guess that’s what you get when you don’t follow Google SEO changes as closely as you should.
In any case, I am going to refrain from blogging about anything that’s controversial. Might hamper my ability to gain employment. I believe employees have the right to vocalize their opinions online – especially in our modern-day society – but I know not all employers feel this way, so I guess there will be fewer personal blogs from now on.
I will say though, I feel absolutely terrible today. Maybe living in London has increased my compassion and empathy for others – which is likely – or maybe I’m just being overdramatic – which is also likely – but good gods, have you ever been in those moments where you just want to crawl into a hole and just die of embarrassment?
I’m alive. I’m still here. I moved back to Toronto mid-April, so I’ve been around for a while now. I just haven’t had the mental space to sit down and write down what it has felt like so far.
But I’ll be blunt. Moving back to my parents has been absolute shit. I fucking hate it. I hate this house and everything that it represents. I moved away to leave this place. To leave this tense atmosphere. I hate that I’m back in this house.
I can’t believe it’s already February. This means I have only two and a half months left until I return home to Canada. Gosh. Now that I’ve decided to leave, it has made me realize that I’ll miss this place – the convenience of getting around anywhere (e.g. airports, public transit), the cheap groceries (e.g. Lidl, Tesco), and the history and culture.
I have time to wrap things up, but I suppose if I really want to make use of my time here, I should plan out the rest of my weekends. No more staying home and doing nothing! There’s gotta be more free stuff in London than free museums.
I have an excuse this weekend though. I twisted my lower back Thursday night, so now I’ve basically resorted to staying at home and doing nothing. I did clean the house and pick up groceries today though.
First post of the new year! Hello hello. I’m going to try and make this a New Year’s resolution – to update this blog more frequently, even though I know very few people read it. If any. This is so I keep track of my thoughts and feelings, even if I’m not feeling particularly strong about something.
In terms of new things, I just came back from a two-week holiday in South Korea. I’m broke as fuck now, but not even a week back in London, I’ve already booked my next trip. Madrid. There’s a reason why I’m travelling abroad again though.
Well, hi. I haven’t blogged here in several months. Quite a bit has changed, I suppose. I moved out of my old flat, and I did a trip to the Nordics recently (Norway, Sweden, Denmark). (Finland is somewhere on that to-visit list. Maybe when I’m a bit wealthier.)
Work has been good. My team at work won a bit of new business recently, so it’s been hectic trying to get things in order as we transfer in some of these new responsibilities.
Other than that, life has been relatively regular. I’ve been dating on and off with people I meet via apps, but nothing solid/consistent has come to fruition. My opinion on this has just been that “at least I’m trying”. At least I’m putting myself out there, right?
I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was a big part of my preteens, as it was really the only TV show I liked and was able to watch as soon as I got home from school. Between the hour of me returning home from school to the hour of my dad returning home from work, Dawson’s Creek was sort of an escape from reality, my window to how the “real world” worked outside of my strange ugly first generation Asian family culture.
That didn’t take long, did it? I’ve only been here in the UK for five months and already I’m cringing at another drinking event with colleagues or with friends. British drinking culture is truly something else.
I’m saying this because it’s December, and people all around are more festive than ever. There are more drinking events, more parties, more celebrations, etc. I’m slowly getting exhausted by all the social activities.