I’ve Left London For Now
I’d been in London for 3 and a half years and it was a great time. I actually spent more time in London sober than I did going off my rocker by the end!
I’m back home as I felt like I was stagnating in Tottenham. I moved into shared accommodation in 2014 so I could get my drink on but when I stopped drinking more and more I wanted my own space without the inconvenience of paying extortionate Zone 5 one bedroom rental fees.
I could well go back to London in the New Year but to be honest my first preference would be to be able to move to a City where I can afford an apartment to live on my own. I’m done with shared housing. I’m 33 years old and I want a fucking pet. I need my space.
On my last run around Tottenham I seen 3 foxes within about 50 feet. Either I was interrupting a furry convention or the furry fuckers were seeing me off. It was great running around Tottenham, Stamford Hill, Stoke Newington, West Green and Winchmore Hill over the past few years. I didn’t get attacked or properly threatened once. I was expecting to be scalped like Paul Weller in Down in the Tube Station at Midnight.
It’s good being back home. I left here in bad terms. I didn’t know exactly how to go about living on my own back in 2014. I didn’t want to leave Mother as she was still adjusting to being widowed and I was always fucking scared to just go out there and grab life by the balls.
I was more interested in complaining about shit and digging myself into a hole.
Now I’ve the choice to do what I want to do. I can stay here for a bit. I can go to Germany. The future is open and a lot clearer when I’m still off the alcohol.
August was looking like a shitty month for running. Since December 2015 I’ve set myself the goal of running 200 miles a month and I’ve achieved that in every single month since then up until yesterday. I was short at 179 miles.
I had 21 miles to run and no real energy to do it but I managed to just get fucking out there and do it. I’ve finally recovered from that massive fucking run and I’m looking forward to the future. Who knows where I’m going next?