If you’ve been following me for a while (or, you know, took a look at the sidebar on the right for a second, but I wanted to sound all popular and professional and mysterious) you’d know that I moved to Brighton recently, around early October 2015. Before that I lived and loved in Rome for four years, and I keep going back every time I can to spend some time with my boyfriend.
Moving to the UK wasn’t much of a cultural shock – since I was very young I’d been going to London with my parents about once a year (for leisure purposes, no family or business abroad) and on one particular occasion had the opportunity to go for an amazing family road trip throughout England, doing a “Haunted Hotel” tour of the countryside. I had never been to Brighton but I definitely felt an immediate connection when I visited to look at apartments – I’d just been accepted into a Masters programme at the University of Brighton.
I was instantly captivated by the unique charm of this city. It’s very small, as in people get to know you once you’ve been to the same Costa more than five times and shops close at 6pm. But it’s big enough that you discover something new every time you turn a corner. It’s beautiful and vibrant, full of young people that seem to prefer creating art and running indie coffee shops than drinking alcohol and partying.
You can smell the sea no matter how far up the hill(s, there are several, don’t get me started on it, it’s literally a pain in the backside walking up to the train station or the University) you live. After a few weeks you know the city like the palm of your hand. You can walk everywhere, drink decent coffee (non-Starbucks), eat amazing cupcakes (Cloud9 cough cough) and burgers (MEAT Licquor, I’m talking to you). Everyone seems to be obsessed with gorgeous decor and even the most normal of pubs seems straight out of a pinterest board.
In December, I picked up my trusty Canon AE-1 and decided to go for a walk along the sea with my friend Caterina (of Kateidoscope.com). Do I miss home? Yes. Do I miss Rome? Yes. Do I miss my boyfriend? Absolutely. But it’s nice here. Actually, it’s pretty damn gorgeous, and I’m going to enjoy my time here as much as I can. I don’t even know how long I’m staying, but it’s definitely a beautiful place to come back to. The only downside? It doesn’t really snow here.