Turbine Hall / Healthy Daze

After spending a good chunk of this summer in London and Manchester I’ve come to really love both cities. Of course, I love Leeds as well, but the calm leafiness of my neighbourhood’s historic streets doesn’t really provide the big city feel that I’m accustomed to. It has given me my health back — after years of grinding degree after degree with no breaks and constant movement, the moody Yorkshire sky has nursed me back to health. The small pleasures of life in Yorkshire — its nature, its beauty, and its kind people — have done wonders to coax me back into physical and mental fitness. With the exception of trips to Toronto as blips, it has been two years since I quite smoking. I feel better than ever, as evidenced in more recent photos* C took of me in London. This one he just sent me from Turbine Hall at the Tate Modern is indicative of this shift:

Karen Correia da Silva in Turbine Hall, Tate Modern (London, UK, 2015)

It’s not just about looking better or thinner. I feel healthier, younger, and more alive. Moving house again, however, is an inevitability as the bulk (but not all) of the lectureships and post-docs I’m working toward are in London and the South. I really cherish my time here in Leeds, though, especially as I’m embarking on my new teaching position and settling in for my second year here. I’ll be sad to leave, surely. Still, I look forward to the next city we’ll move to next. London or Manchester? Or Bristol? With the decision made about staying here in Britain and around five years left to decide about family planning, where we’ll move to next will have a huge bearing on the rest of my life (our lives). For now, I just have to keep my eyes on what comes next — defending my dissertation, applying for post-docs, waiting for C to decide which law firm with which to sign a training contract — and make sure that I keep up this healthy and happy lifestyle that C & I have fashioned up here in the beautiful North of England.

* Evidenced, at least for me. I find photographs are now forming my most comprehensive record of my own health and wellbeing. I’m terrible at faking it and anything I’m struggling with (physically or mentally) tends to be written on my face and body.

I used to push stability away as the harbinger of intellectual/artistic death. As I’ve grown and matured I’ve realized how integral stability is in living a balanced life full of all of the things I want, such as travel, art, literature, meaningful work, love, and happiness. I have the end of my PhD and Leeds to thank for this, as well as a happy and fulfilling marriage with C.


One Comment

  1. Alex Posadzki wrote:

    Boron K-Ron! You look amazing. Miss your face. xo