It's a worthwhile question to ask yourself once and a while. Especially if you're a 23 girl living in a city of 8.5 million strangers.
I moved here really on a whim. I guess you could say I was bored working for a small town newspaper in the middle of New Jersey, and I thought I could do something better with my life. Or at least I thought I could write about something more exciting than dog shows and fourth grade poetry contests.
So here I am in London. I'm a technology reporter for a magazine in SoHo. It's pretty great actually, but I often forget to pinch myself to make sure it's real.
My plane landed in Birmingham aiport exactly 250 days and 26 minutes ago. It's amazing how time flies by.
So who am I? Well, without telling you my name, I'll tell you what I'm like. I'm 23. I studied English literature at university. I'm an only child. I'm a Leo--a total attention seeker.
My mother is Irish born/British bred, and my dad is full-blooded American. They met in 60s Australia while my dad was on R&R from the Vietnam War.
I own a Versace dress, and I love clothes, but I'm progressively putting on weight so shopping is becoming a little depressing recently.
I date a lot of men. Since I've been here I've dated a banker/rock star, a weightlifter, my boss, a scientist, a fellow technology journalist, a UN guy who speaks 7 languages, an eccentric British PR firm owner and a slow-witted jock.
I'm very liberal. I am a registered Democrat in the US, and I belong to an organisation over here called Democrats Abroad. We meet up every month to discuss politics, and I usually have a lot to say. Expect to hear more.
I speak un poco Spanish, and I'd like to become better with French. This is partly the reason I am still seeing 7 languages guy. I met him at one of my language club meetings one night. There are usually funny stories from there, so watch this space.
I love to ski, and I belong to the Ski Club of Great Britain. We have a members end of year party coming up, so stay tuned to see what happens.
I love to drink. Possibly too much. I drink just about every night. Usually its lager. I like Sam Smith's stuff, but usually you'll see me with a pint of Kronenbourg, Stella or Star. Men are amazed by my capacity. I also enjoy white wine, and kicking back and watching TV with a can of Grolsch.
I consider myself a girly girl, but I've always liked sports. My first love was baseball, but now my attentions have fully focused on football. I support Aston Villa (for family reasons) but I'd still like to find a London team.
I'd like to think I am well educated. I went to a NorthEastern university and studied English with a concentration in journalism. I was pretty popular, I would say. I used to write for the school newspaper. I was a goody goody student, and I still keep in touch with my professors. I unfortunately lost touch with a lot of my friends, however, because I wasted my time with my uni boyfriend, B--, for four years. He's a stockbrocker now in New York. He hates his job. I couldn't stand the complaining, and I broke up with him. He doesn't even know that I'm in London I don't think.
My weeks here are pretty fun filled. I hang out a lot with my friend A--. We go out to restaurants and bars and meet cute guys. Last Thursday we went to Wax Bar, and got invited to join a doctor's party for surgeons from UCLH. Whoa. Lots of lovely looking men. I actually came away with two surgeons phone numbers. Great fun.
I hang out a lot at a pub on Kingly Street with my boss. We pretty much drink there every night. Some nights I go home with him, some night I don't. We have a pretty strange relationship.
I go to one of my Spanish language get togethers once every other week at a bar near Great Tichfield Street. Sometimes I'll meet the 7 languages guy before hand for a drink.
Sometimes I hang out with my old high school friend A---, who is attending grad school at LSE. She's writing a doctorate on the tabloid press here. Talk about easy reading.
I also hang out with my colleague B-- once and a while. She has no idea about me and the boss and I could never tell her. Instead her I tell her about all the other men in my life while we sip beers at swanky little bars like Mash on Great Poland Street.
I still meet up with 'the scientist' once an a while for a platonic drink. He's a great conversationalist, but I know I am breaking his heart when I tell him I just want to be friends.
Also, I have my expat political friends who I meet up with at informal/formal Democrats Abroad meetings. We had one informal get-together up in Walthamstow last week at the Nags Head pub. Great little pub, with a nice little garden in the back. I met up with K, her German husband, J, a guy who I thought was gay but isn't, my gay friend G and his partner S. Incidentally, G is a gay porn director. Fantastic.
Occassionally (and especially on holidays) I go up to visit my family in Birmingham. Basically everyone apart from my Mum and Dad live there. I have plenty of stories to tell from there, trust me.
So that's it. That's me. Take it or leave it.
