So It's another hot, sunny, humid day, and I'm tremendously hungover off the three-and-a-bit beers I had last night. This seems too little beer to make my head pound this much, but it's hot and it's humid, and maybe my body is punishing me for dehydrating it more when the season is already doing enough. On the bright side, …
Jobs, familiar faces, and self-improvement
It’s hot out recently, and more humid than London is meant to be. I don’t mind, really; summer doesn’t feel quite right without a bit of suffering, but recently I've found working in the extreme heat has made me feel a bit ill. An old feeling I remember well, and didn’t really miss. But I’m …
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Glamming up, putting on a show
When I decided for a fact that I was going to move to London, I told everyone who would listen. It was an excellent tactic: by sharing my ambition with others, I was forcing myself to go through with it. I knew if I didn’t then I’d forever be asked about it, forever have people …
The process of resocializing myself
Maybe extremes aren't the right way to go, you know? It's hard to get what you want out of life without making certain sacrifices. Obviously nothing about the process of moving to London was easy, but one of the things that was scariest to give up was the complete privacy of living alone. See, my …
Almost a year! ALMOST A YEAR!
I’ve been incredibly alluring to strangers lately. The particularly creepy ones. The ones who don’t see the fact I’m wearing massive headphones and largely ignoring them as reason to stop trying to talk to me. Who talk in spite of the fact that I cannot hear them for exactly long enough to get me to take …
Mantras, and the last two months
Periods of my life can be defined with little mantras. A few years ago it was “be brave” and that one will always recur in different forms. My predominant focus at any given time requires bravery (or else it wouldn’t be worth doing; I do love a challenge). “Be brave” is at the heart of …
Living the daydream
At the beginning of 2009, I decided in a year I was going to move to London. "Decided" is a strange way of saying it, really, because it'd already been a certainty in my brain for a couple of years that I'd have to do so one day, that this city that had lured me …
A spell of gloominess, and learning not to worry so much
Sometimes you try to write and write and write something, and then you realize it's no longer what you're trying to say. I was trying and struggling with a blog post, and it's all very good... and then there's nowhere to go with it. There was no way to put into words the ideas I …
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A visit
Four and a half months into living in a different country, I find myself on a plane back to my own. When I booked my flight, I booked this as well; it was a tad bit easier to leave the only life I’d ever known when I knew when I’d be back next. So here …
In search of a place that fits
As I get used to being Leslie in London and, in the process, rediscover and reevaluate what it means to be Leslie, who I am does in some ways become more pronounced. Over the course of my life, I've become a person who'll make an effort to change something if I don't like it. I'm keen on …
Leslie Ewing-Burgesse* 