I wanted to write something about my impending move to America, which is happening in just eight weeks, at the end of January. I haven’t written on London Preppy for ages, nothing in the format that I used to write all those years ago anyway, when I’d update every day and spend hours interacting with people who read it and commented. I know, in fact, that whatever I do online now will never have the same impact again. People have moved on, I have moved on, times have changed; it’s a combination of all these things.
Looking back at the whole thing now, I feel a weird combination of pride and embarrassment. I’m kinda proud of what happened there, but I’m also embarrassed about the fact that I might have been so attention seeking and needy as to share those thoughts, those damn thousands of words online day after day for nearly three years. I think perhaps that’s what happens when you’re nearly 33 and you look back at your 27-year-old self. It might probably be worse in terms of neediness if I were doing the exact same thing now, half a decade later. I mean, I really am the same sociopath, but I don’t feel the need to document my life online with the same intensity and persistence.
Still, it’s pretty clear that very few things have had as big an impact in my life as this blog has. That’s the point of writing this now, actually. It would have been impossible for me to move to America, had it not been for this blog and what came with it. And it’s not like moving to America was a lifelong dream and I was desperately going through all the possible options that might get me there, but, you know, an opportunity came along that I wouldn’t have had otherwise.
I’m moving over having acquired an O-1 visa, which is a visa that many artists get based on their work and achievements. For me to acquire this, I had to present evidence of my published work (e.g. my novel, short stories, articles), media exposure, awards shortlisted for/won and reviews, as well as get references from twelve professional writers / people in publishing. It’s just so obvious that I would never have been able to do any of this without London Preppy.
I’m trying to get the tone of this right. I don’t want to come across sentimental and I don’t want to come across as a twat either. I’m just grateful for things that have happened, and I have a nagging feeling that I owe pretty much everything to the people who ever came across this site and read it. So, kinda thank you, yeah.
Now, with regard to actually moving to the US, well, I’m fucking terrified. I suppose that’s in character. I just need to turn up and give it a shot, or so I’m told. Please be nice to me if you see me there. You’re likely to. It’s a small place, right?