No more commute for this guy. By @JacobDeFig

By Jacob de Figueiredo


No more commute for this guy.

After living under the calming protective qualities of my parents for the last 23 years, it’s finally time for Jacob de fig to spread his wings and fly away from the familiar and crash land into the new and unknown. Having never ventured to university due to a burning desire to take a different path through life, I’m never been blessed with the opportunity of independent living and being on the wrong side of 23 it feels like that moment is well overdue. Living in Hertfordshire isn’t a bad thing; I’ve had a lovely, satisfying upbringing around rolling fields and £3.80 pints but it’s not exactly inspiring as I grow older and begin to fully engage myself with the big wide world around me. People where I’m from tend to get stuck in a cycle of familiarity and safety, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, right? I mean if you enjoy it, then go for it, who am I to judge. I haven’t even got a job. But I’ve always felt like I belonged elsewhere, with people who view the world a little bit differently, who want something more and long for purpose. You get so absorbed in life in the Hertfordshire and the outside world doesn’t get a look. I’ve always been looking in on London life with nothing by envy and desire. The people, the culture, and the opportunities it’s bursting at the seams with unexpected delights and people who have a real story to tell the world. One I want to be apart of.

I’ve spent around 3 years collaboratively commuting to and from London, with a estimated round trip of about 3.5 hours. I’m not one to complain because I’ve been incredibly luckily with the opportunities that have presented themselves to me over the last 5 years but my god am I sick of this journey. Squeezed in to a vessel where I honestly believe dreams go to die.  There’s constantly motivation on this train to not become one of the balding men that I see before me. The kind of ones that are forced to watch their daughter’s grade 8 cello rehearsal and pretend everything’s ok while they slug through life and their wife has an affair with the tennis coach. Ok that’s probably dramatic but you get what I mean. It’s not a nice environment here and I want nothing more than to make the full transition to the greatest city on earth. (and the extra time in bed could be nice.)

London is a city of opportunity. This is becoming more and more apparent, the longer I stay. London is a no nonsense straight talker. A maze of cultural diversity. Nothing snooty. Home to over 300 different languages and 270 nationalities with cutting edge art at your finger tips.

It’s a never never land for those in sounding counties, and those who want to live somewhere that’ll spark their imaginations are drawn to it like moths to a flame.

I’m set to move out any day now and boy o boy am I excited. 

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