The freedom of city living 

There’s a relentless buzz that I love, a hum of traffic, sirens blasting atop emergency service vehicles, footsteps tapping away at the concrete paving slabs above a rickety, screeching metro system below. I wouldn’t change it, Newcastle itself isn’t anywhere near as busy as say, London, and I am fine with that. I feel I get the best of both worlds- I can find peace and quiet if I want to fairly easily but still have much variety to fulfill my varying needs.

When I head back to my hometown (well, village), I know why I moved away. I love heading up that hill towards my true home with the fields surrounding me, more farm animals in sight than I have probably seen all year and a sign welcoming me whilst reminding me to slow down. It’s a village remember, there is no need to be in such a rush anymore. After endless cups of tea and a sunset seemingly- and generously- taking forever to disappear over a horizon behind a thousand fields, I feel the day has come to an end. Not like it does in the city, I feel I have more of a say there. At home, nature acts like my parents did when I was young. When the lights are off, get settled and wait for the rooster to wake you up.

The problem is, when I am back home I clearly have no work commitments holding me back. I don’t want to sleep, I want to explore, to have a few drinks, to walk around. This is pretty hard during the weekday, society is kept to a much more strict schedule here. Everything closes early, even the pubs. There are no late night restaurants, 24-hour garages are the only saving grace. I was there recently, having a few beers and was eager to keep my hometown friends out until the last call. ‘On a Tuesday?!’ One replied. Well, why the hell not? If we work in industries outside the 9-5, why is Tuesday such a bad day? Motivation however does dwindle after 10pm, when the stars outshine the deserted streets, when breathing is one of the louder sounds around us other than the sound of the slot machines and empty pint glasses tapping against the bar as the last locals go home.

This is why I love city living. Every day can be a weekend, if that’s what you want. I go back to my hometown to remind myself how beautiful nature is, how bright the stars can be and that leaving my front door unlocked overnight may result in a farm animal walking in. To enjoy peace and tranquility and alone time when needed. I go back to the city for another kind of freedom. The freedom to choose what I want and when I want without nature dictating when I should sleep or play.

Will I be in bed by 11pm or stay out til 4am? Who knows, and I plan to keep it that way!

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I would love for my blog to continue growing, to keep challenging myself and to hear your stories. Thank you to my followers for inspiring me to keep posting, by following my blog I promise you will put a smile on my face!

Sam

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There’s nothing wrong with curiosity

Do what people advise against.
Speak to the people you were told not to.

Think outside of what you’ve been taught to believe.

Love the person you’re meant to dislike.

Travel to the places you are told are forbidden…

If not, what’s the point of living?

Just be sensible. There’s a difference between adventure and stupidity.

I love sh***y weather so you don’t have to

2017, it’s all gloom so far. I’m not referring to Trump, I mean going from this…


To this. Soaking. Wet. Beanbags.


My friend called this afternoon, warning me not to go out as he was in town and Storm Doris has hit. Naturally, I decided to head out.

I love this kind of weather. I find it relaxing to walk in the rain. How stormy can a British storm be? Saying that, Doris has already claimed a life a little further south, which is always tragic to hear. They are getting hit much harder.


It’s like walking at 6am. You are the only one out, braving the cold and wet whilst the joggers have a day off. I would have walked on top of the above structure if it wasn’t closed for the day. It leads right into the River Tyne, the birth place of the Carpathia, the ship that rescued Titanic. Here it is from another angle.


What a difference a little sunshine makes.


So yeah, I love the harsh winter weather, the wind and horizontal rain, it makes me feel alive. I have a bad case of face ache, but I’ll thaw out. Bring on the summer so I can complain about how hot it is, it’s a British thing.