“The return makes one love the farewell.” Alfred de Musset
October 6, 2010 § Leave a comment
When you live in London, you start to measure time differently than in other places. I say London particularly because that’s where I live, but I suppose one could say the same about other cosmopolitan cities.
Well, time here isn’t measured by years. Time is measured by people you meet, friends you make. Differently than in another places, where the landmarks of your life will be graduations, jobs, deaths and weddings, in London, you’ll notice that you divide your life into company-phases.
At one point you notice that those couple of days you were hanging out with that Canadian that was here on holiday was actually a week. That those couple of months when you went out everynight with your mates from work was actually almost a year.
Friendships are the landmarks. You’ll go to more leaving dues than birthday parties. You will learn how many goodbyes can one person say before you stop noticing them.
Then, you make those great friends and people that feel like you’ve known for all your life. You spend everyday together, hang out, go out. And when they leave (or you leave), there’s the realization that you – and them – were just another phase.
I’ve been living in London for almost 2 years now. It doesn’t seem much, compared to those that have been living here for 5, 10 or 20 years and that adopted the city as their permanent residence. However, it feels as if I’ve been here for all my life – even if that means only 22 years so far.