Throw yourself into deep water

Fifty days in London, where the city's charm dances in the air like confetti on a cloudy day. They say it's a place of endless beauty, where every street whispers tales of new experiences with the promise of adventure. But, my dear diary, in these fifty days, I've seen more rain than romance, more queues than quirks, and more confusion than connection. Perhaps London is like a Rubik's Cube; everyone else seems to effortlessly solve it while I'm still struggling with the colors.

London is playing hard to get, Or maybe I should just accept that sometimes, love takes time, and I'll settle for a fling

Life doesn’t go the way we plan. They all said I'd conquer this new city with my extroverted charm, but turns out, even social butterflies can feel out of place. Here I am, trying to expand my horizons in a city that feels more confined. It's like showing up to a party where you don't know anyone, except this party lasts indefinitely. Maybe I'll find my vibe eventually, but for now, I'll just be over here, trying to make small talk with the pigeons in the park.

While I willingly embarked on this journey, I cannot help but have a mental battle between resilience and the desire for comfort, more like torn between indulging in the feast of possibilities or settling for the happiness of familiarity. Maybe it's not about strength or comfort alone, but rather the delicate balance between embracing challenges and acknowledging our need for solace.

Does the desire to return home weaken you? Is leaving home and living alone the sole sign of strength? I realize that strength wears many masks. It's mastering the art of adulting, from cooking three meals a day to mustering the will to carry on even when every fiber of your being screams for familiarity. So, perhaps strength isn't a destination but rather a journey, the courage to keep moving forward, even when home feels light-years away. Strength is simply about surviving the battles of everyday life.

So, may the the uninvited critics who are quick to point out our perceived shortcomings keep saying nay. Well, life's not a one-size-fits-all sweater. What if we don't move as quickly as society expects us to? Strength isn't about living for their approval; it's about owning our journey, flaws and all. It is a meandering marathon through the chaos ,and never letting the haters or sometimes loved ones too dim our shine.