The last few days I’ve been experiencing a dejá-vu. Packing things, organizing details, booking ticket, saying goodbye to friends…there are exactly the same things that I did a year ago, when I was getting ready for my London experience. Now that this year has come to an end and the experience has been lived, I cannot find the words to describe it. I know I have changed but in a less obvious way and it will take time for the others to realise that. Last year, there was this song ‘Wake me up when September ends’ and I used this title to make people see how I was feeling; it was a stressful time but the prospects were promising. There was excitement in the air, something that I cannot sense now.
I am sitting in my bed as I am typing this, in a position that I wrote most of the articles for Somewhere Else. Late at night, with a dim light and songs that I love. On the opposite wall there was a poster of 2046 and behind me a poster of Shakespearean phrases. Tonight, the room is empty. It is also silent. It is certainly not the last article but it is the last written in London. In a way, Somewhere Else for me was as much part of London as part of Goldsmiths. I don’t know what I will be writing about in Athens. Maybe for a city rediscovered; friends reunited. Maybe about falling in love… About missing London. About plans to come back and reasons why not to.
The fact that there will be this page to host my writings makes me feel this excitement in the air again. Thank you for that