Moving out.

Yeah the title is moving out. Not me, unfortunately. Don’t get me wrong, the place I live is, let’s say sweet. It’s small but cosy. I live in a small apartment – I wish, well, I live in a small studio near Notting Hill. I’m 27, Greek, and I moved here for studies, and apparently I’m still here. My friend who is moving out, is a male friend. A 30 year old, very beautiful and super successful friend I made the first year I moved in London. His intelligence made him earn more money so he decided to move. Good for him. I mean seriously, he can afford a better place now, and he deserves it. He would be way more comfortable in a bigger apartment. -his apartment was already a bomb. Me jealous? No! You think that’s why I am writing a post at 3:38 am? No! … Well ok, you got me. I am. Kinda.

I am a 27 year old young -don’t laugh lady that wants to be successful, as my friend is. The thing is, what I do is way more abstract than what he does. And he has a plan, and I, well I.. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. He called me two days ago to announce to me that he was moving. Oh boy, I was jealous. I really wanna move. Do the very loud neighbours annoy me? Nooo, don’t say that. Do I care that my place is built on the 1800s? Nooo, of course not. Why?, because I grew up in a very big and new shiny home? No, I don’t even care. I don’t compare. -Jokes on me. Would I wish that this beautiful 30 year old friend finally realise that I am the love of his life and asked me to move in with him? Hell no! why would you think that? Ok, well I might have a crush on him since the day I met him, but no, he doesn’t see me that way so… OK fine I have a big crush on him! It’s not my fault I like good looking, tall, successful men ok?

The thing is, he didn’t ask to move in with him. He doesn’t see the potential I see in this relationship between the two of us. And finally, truthfully I cannot afford to move, in a different apartment, on my own, at least. So, I guess it is what it is. I’m gonna find the patience to work hard on my dreams, and be able to afford the lifestyle I want at some point of my life.

I don’t know. I mean it’s so hard sometimes. To see other people from your circle, succeeding while you’ re still in the same place. Some of my friends are married. Others are having or already had children. And what do I have? Well. I moved in another country. Red one hundred thousand books and I’m still finding my way in life. Will I ever be successful? I don’t know. Will I ever meet the man of my life? I don’t know. Will I ever be able to afford a place like the one my friend is able to afford? I don’t know. I hope so. There’s one thing I know. No matter how much your parents or your siblings or your friends love you, no one can save you. No one can chase your dreams for you. No one can put the hard work for you. This is something you gotta do. For you. Keep your head up people. Life is hard, no one promised you an easy life. Work on your goals. Work for the life you wanna create. Nobody can do that for you. You are the author of your life. People can support you, but they cannot do the work for you. Heads up. You’re stronger than you think. You can do this. Cry if you want. I do this every day. But remember, every day is a new beginning. Every day you have the capacity to create something different than yesterday. You are the creator of this life. Choose wisely. Great things, come to great people when they try. When they have the audacity and the vulnerability to show who they really are. Be brave. Be bold. You got this. And if no one told you today, I believe in you. YOU matter.