It is insane how fast one month in England has gone by. In that time, my perception of what theatre is and can be has been completely changed. Theatre in London has inspired me to think outside the box, which is extremely hard for me. Only recently have I started my journey as a set designer and had only considered myself a performer until this year.
Having this experience has really changed me, and in writing this blog, I keep discovering new ways I’ve been inspired. Growing up, I never had the chance to watch professional theatre. My family had immigrated to the United States only a year before I was born. The Arts and Theatre weren’t something they knew about. It wasn’t something common in my community.
So, growing up, I wasn’t exposed to theatre. Coming to college, not knowing enough about the theatre world was a huge insecurity of mine. I didn’t know major references to productions, or theatre icons. I didn’t know any history or important culture moments. The only piece of theatre history I was slightly knowledgeable in was Shakespeare. It was the person whose significance in theatre I understood. While I was never all knowledgeable about Shakespeares life, it feels full circle to come and explore where he was from.
After being in central London for so long, Stratford was a breath of fresh air. I don’t think I fully wrapped my head around the fact that we visited Shakespeares homes. I got to see a piece of history with my own eyes. Stratford Upon Avon also served as an opportunity to reflect on my journey. I ended up spending alone time, enjoying the town and the fresh air. On of the most English things I experienced, was watching the English people get worked up over a rowing race. I was watching from a bench; with the best vanilla ice cream I’ve had. It had a little bit of raspberry sauce that made it so good.
It was also interesting to live in a town that more accurately represented the rest of England. I had the luxury of a 24hour Tesco in London, while the tesco in Stratford closed at 10pm. Night life was basically nonexistent, which made adventures end shorter in the day. Part of why I loved London, was being able to explore the city, day and night. I don’t want to get crucified for saying this, but I really missed London after the first night in Stratford. A part of me wishes I had taken more advantage to watch theatre the first week I arrived. I yearned to be back but also yearned to be home. Isn’t that an interesting feeling?
I am incredibly grateful for the group of people I experienced London with. As individuals, we all experienced stressful or difficult situations. But we always tried to remain calm and optimistic. We were always there for each other, even if things were going horribly wrong. My Paris people know what I mean.
This trip was full of so many opportunities. I had the opportunity to get closer to my peers, and form new friendships. I took on another pair of parents (AKA Mother Susan and Father Tim). I was inspired to explore fashion, unafraid of any judgement. I felt safe to be who I was, and I am entirely grateful to all of you. I tried new foods from different cultures, broadening my palate. I tried doing a British accent in Paris (and failed terribly). I figured out how to travel by myself in a whole new country (thank goodness they speak English).
I have done so many new things, and have learned a lot about myself through this trip. It’s taught me that I really can do anything I put my mind to. London was a beautiful city to explore, full of different cultures and amazing theatre. I will miss the Tube, and English Breakfast. The sound of free healthcare at night, Brick Lane Market, the array of languages at every turn, the West End, stealing croissants from breakfast. I will miss so many things. I don’t think think about this as my peak, because I WILL be back. It’s not goodbye, just see you later. Perhaps Grad School? We’ll see 🙂
Farewell Friends, for one last time
-Belinda (AKA belindar)
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