Maybe it's because I just received a complimentary haircut from Stuart Phillip's salon in Covent Garden and I don't know whether it's the 'new me' part which is devouring itself out of the boyish (and quite classic) roots of my new hairstyle that has promptly decided that this will be the first thing I shall embark on whilst I venture into this new phase. That's what a brand new 'do represents, right?
Or maybe it's because I've been having a major reflection on the past year of my life. October 30th, 2011. That's when I first moved to London.
Heh, well, I've always been one of those few who dreamed of coming up here. The first trip, I remember being a family excursion during a half-term holiday trip, when I was ten. At that age, you take in all the sights like they're incredible and oh-so amazing to finally see in real life, not just in those picture books you'd see in your classroom. Infact, I recall being tiny. Really, really small, and a past memory of that was seeing the theatres lit up at night with their eye-catching marquees. We saw 'Grease' on that trip (my first West End show) and I would not re-visit again until a good few years later into my late teens/university life, when we decided on another family trip to see The Lion King.
Since then, I sort of started an obsession of following the London theatre scene. While I loved checking all the websites on a daily basis to read all the announcements, discussions and reviews of what was coming in and what was going out, it just meant so much more to actually be there and say 'Yeah, you know how everyone raved about 'Hairspray' being the hot ticket at the time? Well, I snagged a Day Seat quite early in the run and witnessed the highlight of my year.'
This was just one of many frequent visits I was making during my Acting degree. I would go on weekends during the modules I was studying, holiday periods, or just the odd day off.
I felt like I began to know the place all of a sudden, and when friends would occupy me on journeys, I became the tour guide, providing the directions, making sure we were changing at the right tube stops and making suggestions of places to visit and eat before our show started. Each trip was met with excitement and glee at the fact that I'd be once again spending time in a city that I looked up to so much.
Fast-forward a few years, and I'm sitting in the living room of my "just settled in" second London place, writing this entry and catching up with one of my new housemates on how our day has been. Maybe that's why. New place, why not start on a blog? Heh, didn't have an internet connection in my first place, so I guess that placed a restriction of some sorts on doing that.
Anyway, I intend to have no structure on the experiences and glimpses I've gained from my life up here so far. My posts could range from anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Pictures, words, video clips, whatever I can document into an entry that I feel like sharing. And maybe I'll relate back to past experiences and future aspirations too.
And really, this is just a personal way of sharing with the world how a young guy like myself has taken the leap in moving up from a small village to one of the biggest cities in the world. Nothing big, nothing spectacular or nothing revolutionary. Just a release, of sorts. And heck, I think I could get a lot of enjoyment out of doing something like this.
So to get one basic given circumstance out of the way, the building in red is my workplace. And how I'm getting by. For now.
Let's do this!
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