Adventures of a Technophobe in Blogger Land

I am the New Girl in town. I have just made a big and permanent move to London, with my new husband and small dog in tow. With this has come all sorts of upheaval, excitement, uncertainty and confusion. We have taken to our adoptive home with open arms and wide eyes, but have quickly begun to feel like a pair of small-town kids, gaping open-mouthed at the city around us and the unselfconscious attitude of its settled natives. This is despite having lived for the last ten years in our own city of Dublin, content in our identity as City Folk, oblivious to the fact that London would one day dwarf our familiar stomping ground and make the setting of our past adventures seem like a provincial hamlet.

London is many things. Huge. Busy. Multicultural. Expensive. Thrilling. Gritty. Varied. Sometimes terrifying. Creative. Inspiring. There seems to be a palpable energy in its streets and stairwells, in the packed Underground carriages and bustling pubs. My husband and I talk about how we feel spurred on to be our Best Selves here, and are already embracing new styles and new interests. We boast to friends back home about what they are missing, and look forward to their visits to our new abode. Although we miss them already, we are smug in the certain feeling that we can Have It All here, and are yet a couple of short hours from home whenever the urge should take us.

One feeling that has sat uncomfortably with me, however, since our arrival here, is that I am a “reluctant professional”. Having been fortunate to have had several weeks off work between leaving my job in Dublin and taking up a new one here, I have been at my happiest and most creative. I have been waking up at various hours of the night and morning brimming with ideas. The “problem” is that not one of these ideas has anything to do with the job for which I have trained hard for more than ten years to do, and my soul seems to yearn for a creative outlet beyond the confines of mainstream professionalism. I feel effervescent with an energy that drives me to fill every moment of this precious freedom with constructive pursuits. I am like a semi-manic force running around our new flat, designing and building and repurposing, making a home for our little family. I am reading and drawing and writing and thinking again, and it feels wonderful. But of course it can’t last forever, and now as the prospect of returning to work looms over me, I become increasingly apprehensive and anxious. So I decide to Write.

I am advised reliably by friends who are now settled Londoners, that Blogging is the way to go, to give an outlet to my various musings. The problem with this is, of course, that I am utterly useless when it comes to technology. I don’t have Twitter, I don’t know what Instagram is, and when they started to explain the various options for starting a blog, my immediate instinct was to shut the computer and retreat into the safety of my own internal “blog” which I can update privately at will from the comfort of my own mind. But in the spirit of trying new things, becoming a part of the fabric of this city that is my new home, getting out of my comfort zone, and putting my money where my mouth is, I have decided to give this a go. So here I am!

I expect this blog will be home to a random and varied selection of things that occupy my mind on a daily basis. I hope to be able to share some practicalities about the realities of our move to London and raising a dog in the Big City. I will probably do some whining and indulge my latest existential ramblings. I would like to share some of my ideas on things (design being a big one of these). Above all, I really just want to prove to myself that I can do this— not for “success” or to have a fan-base, or anything else like that — but to appease this nagging feeling that my gifts are being squandered on my current occupational pursuits. I want to be my own cheerleader, and to show myself that, even if nobody reads this (or if they do and they hate it!), it doesn’t matter so much as long as I am giving myself the chance to try doing what I love, instead of just driving my nearest and dearest insane by talking about it all the time.

So that’s me… Hope to see you again very soon for the next instalment!

Mrs J x

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