let’s talk about vibes. you know how you can click with someone youve just met, or know someone for years and never do? It’s the same with cities. In many ways, they are alive. it is an organism.

Now that ive had the chance to travel a bit I’ve been thinking about the energy of cities.

I’m in santiago right now, in a nice little hotel, and it’s okay, but I’ve never really liked this city. Ive come for school and for holidays,for family things, i even considered moving here once upon a time, mainly cause there’s good opportunities, but ive never liked it. Never felt comfortable.

People tell me its different when you live somewhere, you get used to it. And i’m sure you do. But I cant really see myself living here. If I had a really good opportunity I’d consider it but it’s not something I’d ever want.

I remember getting to paris and not being particularly impressed. Like, fine for a holiday, let’s see some sights, a week feels too damn long.

And I remember getting into London and feeling surprisingly okay. I expected being overwhelmed. I expected getting lost. And I did. But I was also able to function. I was just tired mostly. I’d just gotten off the plane, I hadn’t eaten in forever, and I was myself in a brand new country and city, thousands of kms from home. I focused on getting to my hostel. On getting some food. On installing ny new sim card so I could call home. I went to bed early.

And then the next day I went for a walk. I found a park, I found a church. I was less than impressed with a british mcdonald’s. I walked into a bookshop and bought john green’s new book. I went to another park.

Half of me couldn’t quite believe I was in London and the other part kept waiting to freak out. It was a weird mood to be in. But then it settled. I was in London and I was okay.

And then I started exploring. I was frustrated with some things,impressed by others, mostly I felt content. Living the dream.

I’d made a list of stuff I wanted to do, places to see and I got through it. It was all very satisfying.

London took a day or two,but I felt settled fairly quickly all things considered. It all felt good.

I went to cardiff which I found a bit underwhelming tbh. Not sure why. I didn’t get to do as much exploring as I would’ve liked. I liked some stuff,but all in all I found it a bit dull?

Then I went to oxford. I remember being nervous. Could hardly keep my breakfast down. But then I went on my tour and by the time it was over I was practically in love.

I walked around, I went into a pub for a sandwich,into another for souvenirs,into the botanical garden,for a boat ride, into a college… Around 5 or 6pm I sat down in a cafe for tea and felt that I wanted to stay there forever. I remember actually looking to see if I could find any vacancies to stay the night but it was all booked. There was only a bed in like 10-bed room or a seriously expensive.

So I went to blackwell’s and then headed to the train station. And I felt determined to make my way back. Cause in just a day I felt I had found somewhere that idk, fit me.

I did go back,some weeks later. I was gonna travel to spain and go back from there but I went fuxk it, why go if I won’t have time to see anything and I changed my ticket to London.

Finished a couple of tours I had left hanging.

Went back to oxford for a few more days. Event caught an open day at oxford brooke’s.

And I loved it even more.

I also visited Edinburgh which was fantastic. Not sure how I’d do in the cold but it was such a great place I was sad to leave it. I barely got like 3 days in Edinburgg which was brilliant and a whole week in dumb paris. (this is what happens when you travel with other people)

My last city was Amsterdam. Which I liked, but not as much as I thought I would.

But it did feel like the kinda place that grows on you.

It’s just strange how some places can feel great after a couple of hours while others youve know your entire life still suck.

It’s like frequencies or something. Like finding harmonies.