An afternoon in the park

 

It might have been the perfect park experience. Is there such a thing? I was never really a park person, I didn’t spend much time in them back home - somehow there was always something wrong, always something that made them not the place to stay. But I always wanted to be the person who goes to the park to read a book. So I decided to try it out. And, surprisingly, I loved it. 

 

I went to Queen’s Park, in an attempt to get to know my new area. It was a lovely day, the sun was out, and people were enjoying it. I picked up a latte at a bakery, and strolled down to the park. I was greeted with the clichéd image of traditional park life. Parents pushing their sleeping babies, dogs pulling on leashes and kids climbing on trees. Girls giggling, nannies chatting and teenagers telling each other secrets (“You really can’t tell anyone, it’s a real deep secret.”). Squirrels nibbling, toddlers crawling through the grass and during all of this the sun was shining through the treetops. Quite kitschy the whole thing.

So people who know me also know that I am not a kitschy person. But I really enjoyed this idyllic scene. I really wanted to sit down and read my book. And so I did. Not the most exciting story ever told, but still a pretty important one for me. I got a couple hours of peace and quiet after two rather stressful and hectic weeks of moving to London, finding my way around university and meeting people from all over the world. I enjoyed all of those experiences, but it’s good to know that I have a calm place to go back to.

 

This seemed like a good way of starting this blog, which will hopefully consist all sorts of ideas, experiences and thoughts. I hope you stick around!

Julia