Life in the city with the red box

It's a city full of life, full of culture and full of red telephone boxes. If you hadn't already guessed what that city is, it's one called London, or as I like to call it "baby New York". It has the same dynamic and fast passed lifestyle but toned down to a scale that my countryside mindset can handle. This might sound absurd to someone that has lived in the city their entire life, but to me the angry honking and the singing sirens of an ambulance of fire truck do still keep me awake at night.

I've always found it intriguing that when we as humans move from one place to another, we notice the most mundane things around us. Coming to London I noticed things such as: the street names, the way the bricks are placed on the side walk, the fact that I have to turn my head right instead of left when I cross the street, or that shops are open on Sunday's. It's those things that make me realise to what extent we are creatures of habit that rarely accept to step out their comfort zone. Coming to London has made me realise all the little things I took for granted when I was back home. Apart from the obvious rain factor that London is crowned with, I miss having mountains to look out on and more greenery than just bricks to surround me with.

While staying in my comfort zone is the comfortable thing to do, I believe that coming here has unlocked a lot of creative doors in my head. With a constant stream of new things being brought to my attention, my creative brain is constantly being solicited and I find myself questioning things that I had never questioned before. Up until now it has been an exciting journey, during which I find myself looking at a lot of things in a different light, with a new perspective. The smallest details give me an idea for a new piece or a starting point for a project.

If I had to describe my experience in London so far in a few words, I would say:

It has been a journey of effortless inspiration and the act of constantly feeding my creative taste buds.