THE LONDON EXPERIENCE
THE LONDON EXPERIENCE
In this section, you can find my “adventures” in London…A city a didn’t know, that now I love/hate…
And the city I’m now “stuck in”…
London 2017
As said before I had a dream… becoming a big start in AMERICA.
Well, to get in the States you need a lot of things, like a green pass or a sponsor or whatever and I didn’t have none of that, so the best next thing was London.
I worked myself to the ground to collect the funds and boarded a plane in, what now seem forever ago, 2017 and I faced the city on my own.
Unlike many Italians, I didn’t know nobody and I just went to London on vacation a couple of years prior.
When I say it was an adventure is because it was!
I had promised myself not to be a waitress anymore.
I looked around and I started looking at modelling and acting.
Imagine the joy, when I started to work on set as an extra and I was waiting on a call from a modelling agency.
Of course, the agency was a scam, took most of my money for a few pics and never called back. Filming was sporadic therefore, since the funding where running low, I had to go back to what I knew; serving.
I worked 3 jobs at one time for months, to sustain the music dream and keep up with rent and food.
Until I decided to give up the singing.
And actually, I felt like a weight had been lifted. I guess making music had become a burden more than a pleasure.
That year I relocated 3 times because I couldn’t pay the rent.
A colleague had a room available, little more than a shoe box, but it was a good deal and I knew the guys.
After all the struggles, I had found my niche and I was doing good finally.
Until one day, my left arm went weak and painful. If a waitress can’t
lift A plate, imagine the stake boards.
Nor I could polish glasses due to the weak grip and pain at the repetitive movements.
I could be a sever no longer.
Didn’t know much back then, and instead of searching the GP and ask for fit notes or asking for benefit, I thought I had my fill of London and since I wasn’t singing any more, I could fly somewhere where the sun shines.
This was around January 2018 and withing a month I was back in Italy, planning to try out Spain.
BACK AGAIN 2019/2020
Thanks to a friend I came back and found a job as a receptionist since my arm and my ankle still weren’t fixed and I couldn’t go back to serving.
I was doing ok, even got back to play model with my friend and filming as an extra.
I even got to climb to Devon’s cliffs, although I did suffer a lot, what I know now as fatigued I then perceived like an overworked ankle and compensations on the right side.
This was November 2019, right before Covid and I’m in North London.
The reconstructive surgery failed, but I could walk on it.
With limitation.
Like every immigrant, when Covid hit, I was fired and I run back home before the borders closed up and came back once they opened up again.
If I have to be cooped up inside somewhere, I rather do it where I have a garden, a dog and sun, sorry. 😅
Once back, I went back to the Island and the second wave of Covid hit.
I got stuck in the house, and in a unhealthy situation, beside falling very ill.
I’ve lost most of my weight at this point, and as always, I run back to where my support system was, Italy.
Here in London, I wasn’t doing very well, I got ill and stuck in a piss poor situation which I managed to escape.
But the choices was either Italy or London.
At this point, my old injury wasn’t fixed still and my health was poor, so I brain stormed new career options and a friend suggest to look into Counselling.