Life, since I was a young child, has taught me to be a massive cynic when it comes to human nature and the true intentions of people’s words and actions. Personal experiences have too often confronted me with acts of selfishness, acts regulated by an ulterior motive or convenience, or acts done just for show… it’s always about the show.
Not frequent enough do we put the thought of others before our own, somehow we always seem “to forget” or we are “too busy.”
LONDON HAS REMINDED ME OTHERWISE.
Needless to say I firstly have to mention and thank my new London family… Jess, Marco and Julia, who have allowed me to invade their abode, and transform the sanctuary of their lounge room into my bedroom.
THANK YOU.
The moment I had told my friends in London, Jess, Anz and Shel, each immediately without hesitation welcomed my invasion. This to be honest was a great relief, as I am too proud to ask for a helping hand and could have found myself getting quickly acquainted with the icy streets of London whilst finding warmth in a dismal cardboard box (the term warmth is used very loosely in this instance).
It’s not just these obvious gestures that warm my heart; the smaller ones are just as significant too. The simple sentence: “if you need anything, anything at all don’t hesitate to call me, even if it’s just to ask where to get a good coffee…” or the simple gesture of a genuine hello accompanied with a warm smile and open arms from a friend of a friend whom I have never known.
In Sydney, friends, even friends that I was not that close to, offered to call on their friends who live in London to assist me in settling in and making the transition as painless as possible and than the willingness of these strangers to do so!
The phrase ‘mi casa su casa’ really is relevant in this case…
or should I say ‘mi amigo su amigo.’
There is an ornate beauty that lays in simplicity to which we greatly under-value. Hello is a five-letter word to which often we would just replace with a 5minute stalk on a Facebook page. Thank You is a two-syllable phrase to which often we replace with something that is less than gratitude. Not to say that I am not guilty of all of the above, I am, but as I am growing older I am realising more and more the real value of things (which is even more apparent now, as I find myself starting all over again) I am endeavoring to make a more conscious effort to not take such for granted. Some people call me “emotional/deep” while others call me a fool, but I would rather let someone know that they are in my thoughts than have them conclude that they mean little or nothing to me at all.
I left an unbelievable network of great friends, or should I say family in Sydney, and at times when I feel sad because there is such a distance between us, the generosity of my friends/family in London lessens the pains of absence.
I am one lucky girl for the people that love me and that I love and I never forget that.
P.S. I heard a familiar voice the other day… you gave me an extra reason to smile. Thank you so much for your call. xx.
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