The Place You Run To

Sometimes, giving yourself time isn't enough. Sometimes, you need a place to run to. London was the place I ran to when I was dealing with my first heartbreak. He broke up with me in the beginning of January. For three days, I moved out of college and into a friend's room. I cried, I couldn't eat, and I let my thoughts run wild. Then, I moved back in. I glued myself together and buckled down for the exams waiting for me at the end of the term. Whenever I started thinking about him, I'd turn the pain into exam stress instead ("Oh my God, Sonna, you're going to fail because of a BOY. Don't be so stupid.") When I couldn't stand it anymore, I found out who was willing to stand with the down and broken version of me. Some people turned me away. Others said things that sounded like comfort but were really sharpened knives. Thank God there were people who took me in and helped me pull myself together. Somehow, somehow, I held myself together until exams were over and done with. Then I ran to London. London's like the city I grew up in. Lights are everywhere, shops are open seemingly 24/7 and well-dressed people are rushing off and about their busy lives. London feels alive. So for 10 days, I walked around watching these people who were so full of life and I started to feel the same. I explored cafes, I bought books then read them in the cafes, I wrote down all the things I'd been choking on for two months and I told myself that I would live again. London's still the place I run to when I can't stand the stress, whenever I get fed up with a university that constantly demands nothing less than your best – and sometimes that's still not enough. Whenever I feel like I'm dying inside, I buy a return ticket and hop on the London-bound train. In a city that feels so alive, somehow you find the strength to say, "I can face it all over again." * * * #survivor #London #firstheartbreak #breakup #alive #reborn #safespace #places #ukig #spilledink #fromtheheart #londonlove #love #escape #thegreatescape #boyfriend #dyinginside #train #citygirl #brokenheart #nofilter

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Sometimes, giving yourself time isn’t enough. Sometimes, you need a place to run to.

London was the place I ran to when I was dealing with my first heartbreak. He broke up with me in the beginning of January. For three days, I moved out of college and into a friend’s room. I cried, I couldn’t eat, and I let my thoughts run wild. Then, I moved back in.

I glued myself together and buckled down for the exams waiting for me at the end of the term. Whenever I started thinking about him, I’d turn the pain into exam stress instead (“Oh my God, Sonna, you’re going to fail because of a BOY. Don’t be so stupid.”) When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I found out who was willing to stand with the down and broken version of me. Some people turned me away. Others said things that sounded like comfort but were really sharpened knives. Thank God there were people who took me in and helped me pull myself together. Somehow, somehow, I held myself together until exams were over and done with. Then I ran to London.

London’s like the city I grew up in. Lights are everywhere, shops are open seemingly 24/7 and well-dressed people are rushing off and about their busy lives. London feels alive. So for 10 days, I walked around watching these people who were so full of life and I started to feel the same. I explored cafes, I bought books then read them in the cafes, I wrote down all the things I’d been choking on for two months and I told myself that I would live again.

London’s still the place I run to when I can’t stand the stress, whenever I get fed up with a university that constantly demands nothing less than your best – and sometimes that’s still not enough. Whenever I feel like I’m dying inside, I buy a return ticket and hop on the London-bound train. In a city that feels so alive, somehow you find the strength to say, “I can face it all over again.”

 

So… who are you again?

How I imagine anyone who reads this blog:

Harry-potter-who-are-you

 

Who is Sonna?

My name isn’t really Sonna. Sonna is the name I created for my alter ego. Sonna’s the person I wish I were right now, and hopefully will be in the future. I haven’t quite decided what she’s like yet but I know she’s happy.

This blog, really, is for myself and I hope to make it the little access point by which I meet the rest of the world. It’s a bit of a paradox :I’d like to remain anonymous but also want with equal fervour to share what I love with other people.

Well you know what, who says I can’t get the best of both worlds.

PS IF YOU EVER DO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM, CONGRATULATIONS! Please don’t ruin it for me xx

So what will this blog be about?

Well I was originally going to call this blog This is What I Love. It’s self-explanatory really 😉

That sounds cool! How often will I get to see new content?

Well.

hat’s a very good question.

Short answer: I’m not quite sure.

I’m often super busy reading for/ doing my weekly essays and I alternate between long periods of working and 1 day of procrastination. Here’s to the hope that I’ll procastinate by blogging.