My first few days in London, I noticed I was thinking about living in the city almost the same way I think about a book I've just started. I was paying really close attention to everything I could, trying to absorb anything that could potentially become important.
What I've learned at roughly 3 weeks in is...
The things that make the some of best stories (like the fact that I see Big Ben on my walk to class every day) don't really have much impact on my quality of life.
The things that you don't think about (like the fact that my room is just above the gym that regularly plays loud electronic workout music) do impact what your life is like.
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I would argue that sleeping above a techno-hopping gym makes a better story than walking by a monument.
And maybe you should find a way to -make- that monument affect your quality of life! Do you enjoy seeing it? How does the sky around it change hour to hour, day to day?
Also, I think you need a new journal title. Maybe something to do with disruptive workout music. Could be a scathing commentary on bad taste and body image, or that sort of thing.... using the word "pretentious" in a title sounds pretentious :p :)
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