The beginning...again...

I decided to start writing again- I miss it. I only write boring systematic literature reviews for work these days. Does anyone care about this decision? There are 2 answers:

1.) No.

2.) My dad, obviously. So, yes.

I was excited about my decision to resume blogging- prepping for my legions of fans, book deals and the obligatory humble, self-deprecating radio, TV and magazine interviews. You know, the standard dream for pretty much every other average nobody who started a blog or read a book about starting a blog and is now in the process of tending to their abecedarian online forums. Passion, wit, words...

Dilemma.

I hate people who write about themselves.

Double dilemma.

I love to write about myself.

(I hate myself?)

No matter. I can be better, I know I can. What annoys me about people who write about themselves? Whatever it is I can just not do that thing... or, at the very least, be a very self-aware hypocrite.

I decided to hate only a little about bloggers so as not to risk including myself.

Blogs, facebook statuses, tweets, etc. that annoy me usually are written by:

1.) People who talk about how great their lives are

2.) People who publically self-flagellate or share every detail of their miserable lives for pity and/or attention

So, I will try (with no guarantees) to fall somewhere in between. I’m almost 26, working at my first job and it took me a month to organise my tiny bedroom and stop living out of suitcases and reusable grocery bags in my new flat- so, naturally, I am going to write about how my life is in shambles (essentially, person number 2). Not so much for pity, but more to help other people feel validated about their own life decisions. My fledgling flight from the nest into the real...ish world must not be in vain. Mostly though- as the shambley bits tend to comprise most of my life- this section is a way to keep in touch with the 5 of you who will read this blog. Much cheaper than a transatlantic phone call.

At the risk of sounding like annoying blogger number 1, I am going to write about all the cool things to do and places to eat/drink/play/go in London (and perhaps the UK and continental Europe). Not so much because my life is great, but more because London is great. London and the myriad of lifestyles and experiences that are available here are much cooler my own. It is such an amazing city- this is my platform, my perpetual pitch to get you to visit. The last 2 years (and the next however many...) I have been, and will be, doing extensive research so that you will be well equipped for an amazing time in London. Magnanimous indeed. That... and the fact that somehow, some way, I ended up studying, writing about and working in the wonderful and chimerical world of health economics. So whilst all I really want to write about is travel, travel never saved any lives (bar the masses of newly enlightened devotees of the eat, pray, love author/philosophy and other such bourgeoisie soul-seeking), thus I am left with a simple side hobby. Or something like that.

Also, I really want to point out how weird England/English people are. We really do not speak the same language.