These days I find I forget to live in the moment. Since October I have been interning in a market research company in London. I enjoy the work most days, but an internship is by definition short-term and a preparation for the next step, meaning that I’m constantly thinking about the future.
Returning to the 9-5 world of work after two years back at university, I usually come home tired and collapse on the sofa with a book or my laptop, often looking for job postings. It’s hard to live in the moment when all things point to the future, but it’s something I really miss. Even through most of my master’s, I was so focused on the end goal of graduating that time flew by.
There were times during the two years of my master’s in Paris and Shanghai that I took time to just enjoy the moment. I used to go out for walks to explore the city, make a point of trying new food, sit down with a good book… Recently I find myself getting nostalgic for those moments. I didn’t expect to miss the backstreets where I liked to stroll around in Paris, or the little dumpling shops in Shanghai where I could sit down, get a big bowl of wontons for 80p, and take in the hustle and bustle around me, but they are often what I daydream about now.
London is overwhelmingly large and the cafés and restaurants not so affordable, so I’m starting to realise that I need a new hobby (I kind of have one – I’ve started to enjoy cooking again, especially Japanese dishes) to distract me from constantly planning the future and just start appreciating life outside of work. Basically, I need to stop feeling like this is temporary. The next few years of my life will probably be ‘temporary’, and what a shame it would be to wish away the last years of my twenties.