Five AM and I’m wide awake, I lie still as I listen to the unfamiliar voices as they echo through the thin walls of the distant hotel room and the unfamiliarity of my surroundings floods my body with a mixture of anxiety, excitement and hope, as I begin the journey of my three-month escape.
I can’t believe it, I finally made it to London. Everything is simple, but nothing short of thrilling. My hotel is extremely small, but I find it fascinating and appealing. It’s a small narrow, dull brick building, accompanied by small windows, two blue, two red and one yellow. Some would describe the windows as tacky, as the paint begins to chip away, but I admire their capacity to display the whole city and their ability to spark life in the building …show more content…
The dozens of lights reflect the lives of those that flood the streets and contribute to make London so effortlessly busy and spectacular.
Each night I close my window slowly, and hold my breath and savour the last moments the city offers me, and drift off to sleep effortlessly.
The reflection of the small, white framed bathroom mirror confronts me, as I stare at my anxious face, noticing my furrowed eyebrows and intense stare, as I brush the loose strands of my wavy, blonde hair behind my ears, and study my white creased button up shirt and tight black skirt that goes just pass my knees, as I prepare myself for my first day at my new job.
“And finally, this is the kitchen, its rather small, but it gets the job …show more content…
I watch the clock strike 9PM, finally I gather my belongings, and keep my head down in its familiar position, this time staring at my feet, as I cautiously exit the small empty restaurant through the back doors, and as soon as the fresh, crisp air hits my face, I begin to run through the small alleyway, pushing my body toward the busy street, surrounding myself in the crowd of busy people, finally feeling safe again. I look back on the alley way, knowing I’ll never return
I can’t believe it, I finally made it to London. Everything is simple, but nothing short of thrilling. My hotel is extremely small, but I find it fascinating and appealing. It’s a small narrow, dull brick building, accompanied by small windows, two blue, two red and one yellow. Some would describe the windows as tacky, as the paint begins to chip away, but I admire their capacity to display the whole city and their ability to spark life in the building …show more content…
The dozens of lights reflect the lives of those that flood the streets and contribute to make London so effortlessly busy and spectacular.
Each night I close my window slowly, and hold my breath and savour the last moments the city offers me, and drift off to sleep effortlessly.
The reflection of the small, white framed bathroom mirror confronts me, as I stare at my anxious face, noticing my furrowed eyebrows and intense stare, as I brush the loose strands of my wavy, blonde hair behind my ears, and study my white creased button up shirt and tight black skirt that goes just pass my knees, as I prepare myself for my first day at my new job.
“And finally, this is the kitchen, its rather small, but it gets the job …show more content…
I watch the clock strike 9PM, finally I gather my belongings, and keep my head down in its familiar position, this time staring at my feet, as I cautiously exit the small empty restaurant through the back doors, and as soon as the fresh, crisp air hits my face, I begin to run through the small alleyway, pushing my body toward the busy street, surrounding myself in the crowd of busy people, finally feeling safe again. I look back on the alley way, knowing I’ll never return