Whenever I tell people that my life in London is basically the same as life back home they don’t really believe me.
So here’s the proof:
AM
London: Get up, have breakfast, get to work via Tube and read Metro (highly intellectual.. I know..) – sometimes I also run, do yoga or go to a fitness class before work.
Bern: Get up, have breakfast , go to work via tram and bus and read 20 Minuten (highly intellectual, I know..) – sometimes I also run or do yoga before work.
During the day
London: Work, have lunch, work
Bern: Work, have lunch, work
PM
London: Go home and have dinner OR do yoga and then go home and have dinner OR go running/rebounding and then go home and have dinner. Afterwards I prep lunch and sometimes breakfast for the next day. And then I read or watch an episode of some TV show (addict, I know). Occasionally I go out for drinks.
Bern: Go home and have dinner OR do yoga and then go home and have dinner OR go home and go running and then have dinner. Afterwards I prep lunch and sometimes breakfast for the next day. And then I read or watch an episode of some TV show (addict, I know). OR I just go out for (drinks sometimes) and dinner with friends.
SEE?? It’s basically identical. Sure there are the obvious differences but both cities have their pros:
London: Brick Lane on Sundays, Whole Foods (!), tons of great restaurants, Shoreditch, Frame, weekend long runs along the canal to Limehouse, fantastic plays, Monmouth coffee…
Bern: The old town, Tramdepot beer, everything is in walking distance, the yoga studio I go to, Bärndütsch, CHOCOLATE (!!), … and most importantly.. my friends and family.
And to be honest, my friends and family outweigh everything. Even the celebrity-sights and Indian curries in Brick Lane.
Don’t get me wrong, I love living in London and plan to stay longer than originally intended. But at the same time I know that I want to move back home after a few years. I’m a bit of a globe trotter at heart (no surprise with those parents..) but living in London has made me realise that I’m the happiest at home.
BUT I’m not saying that I’m spending my days being lonely. I have tons on my plate and have met a great bunch of fantastic people. And I LOVE living here (even it’s “daily life” for me now it’s still London for heaven’s sake!)
Plus there’s the British humour that never ceases to amuse me.
Speaking of British humour.. There’s someone tweeting as Queen_UK and it absolutely cracks me up. It seriously almost makes me pee my pants.
Here are some examples:
“Have released £950m of frozen Libyan cash and popped it on an RAF jet. It should have thawed out by the time it gets there”
“Mr Clegg on the phone. He’s got a new pencil case and lunchbox for the new term. He’s just writing his name on them.”
“Bank Holiday gin. Easy on the tonic.”
“X Factor evening at the Royal Household. Edward simply adores Gary Barlow.”
“One can confirm Windsor Castle is to be powered by hydro-electricity. This will mean MPs working shifts to peddle a machine in the Thames.”
“Mr Clegg on the phone. Wondering if the Libya revolution might spread to other star signs. Having an early sherry.”
“Text from Mr Clegg: "Any news on Libra?". Presumably he means ‘Libya’.”
“Mr Miliband has passed his swimming grade six. He’s delighted.”
“A-Level results day tomorrow. Mr Osborne is hoping to have finally passed Maths; Mr Cameron had to retake politics. Mr Clegg did pottery.”
“Ok girls, bidding for Prince Harry starts at 6pm.”
Ok I’ll stop here but it goes on and on and on. Absolutely hilarious. (I know I shouldn’t but I love it when people make fun of politicians)
In case you’re thinking of moving to some other country and are a bit sceptical after reading this post; don’t be! Moving somewhere else all by myself has been one of the best and scariest things I’ve ever done. Life isn’t meant to be easy all the time.. otherwise there would be no room for the truly fantastic stuff.
Ok see you laters guys! I’ll pester you with books in my next post!
Love and tea cups
Karin
