Blenheim Lodge

The house protects the dreamer

Blenheim Lodge is a house located at Great North Road in East Finchley in London and it’s a place that I have been visiting for almost twenty years now. I went to London as an exchange student to learn English when I was 18 years-old and as a custom at the time, the school placed me with an English host family. It’s a way of interacting with the locals and as a teenager it can be safer and more welcoming than a student dorm.

I was first impressed with the size of the house, three floors, many rooms, beautiful backyard, glass inner garden and so on. The owners are Agri and Roger, my host parents at the time and my friends today. East Finchley is a neighbourhood in the north of London, away from the noise of the city centre, it has calmer streets, parks, markets and of course, pubs. I remember thinking “this is what a real English experience should be”, and so it was.

Agri is a great cook, so she introduced me to the English dishes, beans and toast, fish and chips and also the typical Paraguayan delicacies from her home town. Roger would take us to parks, talk about soccer and we would all hang out outside with Bambam (the family cat). It was more than a house, it became home.

Many years passed, revisits, talks in the balcony, life histories and a friendship that continues. Whenever I am in town, I will keep stopping by.  

"When I first came to London, I had a boyfriend in Paraguay who would send me lots of letters, so what happened? I married the postman". Agri Ford

LIVE YOUR LIFE

A plane ticket, two suitcases and a dream

How do you imagine spending your days?

Let's pack our bags.

Going through the web, there are more than hundreds of articles and stories about moving abroad, facing the unknown, going the distance, and so on. What is not really talked about is exactly what it takes to pack everything and actually do it. For me it started with a pulse, a stronger heartbeat that made me catch my breath. The first time I felt it I was 18, living in London for a few months to learn English, I fell in love with Europe. The people, the city, the possibilities. How easy it was to get around on foot.

I had to go home and face reality, college, work, career. Sao Paulo is the kind of city that swallows you. Like most big cities, everything moves fast. Walk fast, talk fast, eat fast, live fast.

A few years passed before I could feel the pulse again. This time it was different, it was stronger, it had a sense of maturity. What is it that we want in life? How do we imagine spending our days?! Do we have the courage to close a chapter?! To trade certainty and safety for uncertainty? To literally face the unknown?! It’s not about experiences and try outs, it’s about life itself. It’s the moment that forces you to move further, close your eyes and just jump. And so I did.