November in London is probably everything but bright and cheerful, at least weather wise. I don’t mind though, rain is the weather I like the most. With soaked windows, streams of water blurring the view of no people, just a sea of grey bricks.
It’s like being able to cross off one element of caution, something to be conscious of, knowing I can’t go outside and neither will anybody else. My world shrinks into a microscopic area of awareness, it’s a relief. Especially now that there isn’t a single thing that isn’t foreign to me. Street, house, job, role, tasks, age, money, office, desk, bed. They laugh at me in the office when I say I’ve been longing for the routine of a nine to five office job. I laugh too, but more so in slight panic, because this isn’t calm. My days are tumultuous and stormy as even the little tasks are unfamiliar to me. Interesting yes, but stormy. First week is almost done, and fucking hell, I had forgotten how much knowledge one can gain in five days.
There is so many things crashing within my mind right now so bare with me. I don’t even have time to collect my thoughts for myself, let alone for the internet. But it’s the route of a professional business boss like myself, and I’m actually frightfully enjoying myself. Let’s just say that whilst I’m glued to briefs, attending overseas conference calls, writing strategic summaries and doubting if what I’m doing is correct, the rain is welcome to wash the rest of this month away.