A moment of thought...
Ten years today I was a very young lady in my first year of being twenty with a fully packed suitcase making her way on a quiet train to London.
The beginnings of new life was in the makings...But I was anxious and nervous about the whole thing!.
I wasn't a city girl, I was from a small, quiet island on the East coastline...
I was not quite sure about making a life in the big smoke!...But there was an inner drive inside of me telling I needed to do this, I needed to prove to myself I could do it!...I wanted to try living and working in the bright lights and exploring London...But the whole thing was a very dauntingly big adventure.
I remember feeling lost as soon as I sat on the train to Liverpool street station.
I had my tube map tightly in my hand and gazed out the window dreaming of what my new life would be like. Luckily my Twinny had already spent her first year at University in Wimbledon, so i had somewhere to stay and plan my next steps.
The train echoed under the massive roofs of Liverpool street station...whistles sounded as trains departed. I stepped off the train lugging my big case up the isle walk to the main platform.
As i neared i realised something wasn't quite right, Panic stricken faces began to greet me.
It was not rush hour and i couldn't understand why it was so busy with business types looking worried in their expressions. I went straight to a little station coffee shop to gather my thoughts and work out what was happening...I heard a couple talking about London could be next to be attacked!!.
I thought there is something wrong here but I have no idea what.
I started to feel panic stricken myself, I couldn't reach my Twinny on my mobile and my friend who was going to meet me phoned with a tremble in her voice 'I am at home I couldn't leave- the news! Its awful!!!!'.
'what is wrong??...what happened??' I asked. She started to explain about the terrorist attacks on the twin towers in America. The second plane had hit by this time.
I sat with my Coffee waiting for my friend in shock, disbelief and worry...This was supposed to be the beginnings of a new life, a new start...and now i was wondering if moving to a city like London was such a good idea with terrorism on the increase.
It was not until I reached my Twinny's house share and they were glued to the TV news of the sad reality and it suddenly hit me of all the lives that had been lost that day...My heart was filled with emotions.
Watching people, innocent people jump from office windows in the towers still haunts me.
I lit a candle this morning in memory, memory of innocent people killed...But also to the families still living with their loss. I was also in deep thought about myself, coping with a new beginning, home sick, sad and full of new possibilities. My life in London while at university and working was something i'm glad i did, could i do it all over again? I doubt, But proud of what I did achieve. London grew on me, There are so many exciting things to do, explore and visit- It opens doors, takes you on twist and turns in life you might of never experienced other than London. It shaped me, gave me an inner drive and gave me confidence.
I liked living in London...but I much more prefer the country!
You can put a country girl in the city but you cant put the city in her heart.
Not in mine, anyway...I don't think I'll ever forget 9/11.
I felt I needed to share that...Life takes you on such a journey-sometimes good, fun, difficult, sad and hard.
Some days are like dreams...you drift along in a kind of blur.
I took sweet pea for a lovely walk through the park...
It was not such a good Friday at school to end the first week on...
Poor sweet pea was running in the class room and fell onto a chair and cut herself in a very delicate part, which was painful and Friday afternoon she was in tears...Though her feelings of school are still happy ones, so hopefully the rest of the term will be better.
She's a lot more comfortable today and thank heaven for nappy cream!.
I bought some lovely Cath Kidston metal dishes with roses detail in a lovely vintage and pretty gift shop.
Also the white little bucket with red birds and filled with natural wood pencil, plant tags and twine which was from Oxfam (its own shop range).
I am so in love with Lucy Grossmith
art works...click to link.
Peaceful Sunday,
x Kazzy x