A new start

Imagine a person who grew up in a big city, surrounded by multi-storey apartment blocks and wide roads with a non-stop traffic. The said person got a good education, firstly at school, then at a University. Then they got a job at their father's firm and worked there for several years. They had a lot of friends, including those they knew for the entire life. And then the said person decides to move to another country to follow their dream (and their love).

That person is me.

I moved from Moscow to London to be with my SO a year and a half ago. Getting here was quite easy as I had a good education (I'm an architect), good job back at home and I was young and hopeful. But after moving everything was not what I expected. Soon I realised that I'm almost alone in a foreign country with my level of spoken English far from desirable. I can write pretty well, but I've got a heavy accent and generally feel quite uncomfortable when I have to speak. Of course, there was (and is) my partner, and I know some other people, but I don't actually have friends here, which is sad.

I tried to start blogging about my life here and about some random things few times, and I had "thoughts" suitable for blogging much more often, but I don't know how to promote myself without annoying people, and it's not even half as interesting to write without being read. So I guess I'll try again, and, maybe, this time I'll be able to create a blog worth reading. And, probably, get some new friends. We'll see.