Now over two years ago, I still remember the moment that I left my hometown
to come and live in London. My excuse for moving? To learn English, a language much appreciated and used all over the world. Two years since, and my English is good – but I have stayed in the city that each day more I consider my home.
When someone leaves their hometown to come to the UK, they must realise that they’re not going
to simply learn English. They’re going to get an experience that will change their mind completely.
Actually I would say that English is the least important thing that I have learned in this
country. I’d say I’ve come to study a Master’s in ‘life’. That’s because you will face situations that you
have never seen before and they could be good or bad. I don’t want to sound
pessimistic, but the thing is that you´ll be alone trying to solve daily issues. This is made even more difficult by the fact that it’s not your native language. Trust me, you would never imagine how fast your brain could go!
A second language
I still remember when I wasn’t that fluent, I finished work completely dizzy and exhausted. Imagine eight hours speaking and thinking in English, having to think and translate everything that you want to say or you heard. With the time you will realise that the words just come, and that you´re able to do more than one thing at a time. With
time you will realise that you´re getting it! I think that everything in this city is about to suddenly fall into place, or at least it´s been like that in my case. The first example is what I just said, the first time that I answered to someone without needing to stop doing what I was doing and focusing all my attention on translation.
I realised that I was more than used to this place is when I saw that I already had my own routine; my morning coffee, in the usual place, before to work, and knowing where the door will be in the platform when the train arrive. Suddenly everything stopped being strange and started to make sense. It is torn feeling because at some
point you wonder if maybe you know more about this city that your home one. I have never known where the door will be in the platform in Madrid. It can be a bit sad, that feeling, because you start to know inside you that this city is becoming your place. Because at the end where or what is your place? Is it where you were born, or where you live, or where you feel welcome?
For me my place is where I live, where I have my work, where I follow my dreams and where the people that I love are. During this time I met other Spanish people that for some reasons didn’t get to feel comfortable in the city, they were feeling so home sick. They felt alone that they were alone here and that they didn’t have anything else but job. I have to say, to be honest, that I did think like that sometimes. But if I am realistic, I am able to see that I can´t have and that I won´t have all the people that I love or that are important for me in the same place at the same time. I have friends and people that I love in London and I have them in Spain as well. Sometimes life is
about to choose and make our own way, because, at least in my case, I am here for my own decision.
Is not easy to leave your hometown and your comfort area but great things are coming along and definitely it really worth it.
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