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‘Paddington’ is a truly comforting watch if you’ve ever moved cities

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Welcome to Cozy Week, where we’ll curl up by the glow of our screens to celebrate all that’s soft in entertainment. Pour yourself a cup of hot cocoa and sit by us as we coo over the cutest games, cry over the tenderest movie moments, and drift off to the most comforting shows. Because it can be a cold world out there, and we need something to keep us warm.

Moving cities can be a completely chaotic affair. Sometimes piecing together your new life — applying for jobs, figuring out the rental market, picking a phone provider, finding out which bars to avoid — goes as well as one Paddington Bear trying to fix a phone book with sellotape. 

To clarify, this does not go well.

But while you’re trying to unravel yourself from your sticky peril, it’s the will to succeed that gets you through a huge life change like moving — and you probably won’t be simultaneously hunted from the ceiling by a crazed taxidermist. Probably.

If you’ve ever moved cities, or are planning to one day, I can thoroughly recommend watching Paddington, as well as its offensively delightful sequel. The story of an overtly polite Peruvian bear who fumbles his way through adorable moments of slapstick comedy to finding happiness in his new home of London, these films capture the anxiety, excitement, loneliness, and sense of independence that comes with finding your feet somewhere new.

I’ve moved cities overseas twice, moving from Sydney to New York and back again, and most recently moving to London, like our marmalade-addicted, duffled-coated hero. And, like all journeys, things have found a way of working out — albeit with all the waterlogged grace of Paddington “using the facilities.”

Uh.....oh....

Uh…..oh….

Put simply, Paddington’s adjustment to London is nothing short of absolute chaos. He navigates his way through a new city with all the elegance of a Nutri Bullet improperly sealed. From his first interaction with the Browns, his future family, he pours hot tea all over a cafe table, gets his foot stuck in a cup, squirts ketchup over fellow diners, and finds himself inexplicably covered in whipped cream — all of which is pretty much how my first few months of living in New York City went, give or take a few details. 

Paddington inexplicably flooding the entire bathroom by breaking the toilet after almost drowning in it is me figuring out a new country’s tax system while doing my tax return for back home. Paddington riding an avalanche of water in a bathtub down a spiral staircase is me researching phone providers only to get sucked into an online whirlpool of recommendations. It is just wildly relatable disorder.

A quick note before we move on, it must be recognised that Paddington does not willingly leave home on a flight of fancy. In fact, he emigrates to the UK as a refugee after a natural disaster, an earthquake, tragically takes his home and his beloved Uncle Pastuzo from him. “They will not have forgotten how to treat a stranger,” Aunt Lucy tells Paddington, giving him an optimistic last piece of advice before he ships out. “Remember your manners and keep safe.”

Yeah, it’s not always that easy.

Your very first, probably chaotic day

It doesn’t matter how many times you study up on a place, your first day there will throw it all out the window. Like would-be travellers with their noses plunged into a Lonely Planet guide, Paddington and his family meticulously study London etiquette from records — what to say, how to say it, how many ways there are to talk about the weather.

“Follow these simple rules and you will always feel at home in London,” the record says.

Yeah, right.

Anyone who has emerged at a foreign train station hoping to get their bearings by asking someone, or who has simply taken a train in London during peak hour, can identify with one moment in the film. Arriving in his namesake station, Paddington immediately puts all his ‘training’ to use, politely greeting the morning rush hour of commuters, wielding his well-rehearsed one-liners about the weather. No one stops, of course. Paddington, for all his politeness, is ignored. Didn’t he follow the rules? Where was the warm welcome the guide had promised? 

There's often kindness to be found in unexpected places. And often there's not.

There’s often kindness to be found in unexpected places. And often there’s not.

Paddington pretty quickly finds himself somewhere to stay that isn’t a dingy hostel or the station itself. Of course, Paddington is a distant fairy tale to many who have been displaced or relocated to a new city, those who haven’t found loving, generous families headed by a benevolent Sally Hawkins and a curmudgeonly Hugh Bonneville to scoop them up and give them a home — sadly, Paddington’s plight is the best case scenario. His luck at being found by The Nicest Family in The World is something I truly wish for those who’ve found themselves in uncharted territory. It doesn’t always happen, in fact, it rarely does.

When I moved to London, I was lucky enough to be scooped up by dear friends who’d already made the long voyage to the city from Sydney (Australians in London? Who knew?) or who’d grown up in the UK and could teach me the ways. After dragging my notably marmalade-less suitcase into my dear friend’s house for a generous, delightful spell, I was then graciously introduced to a kind friend of a friend (and now my friend) who gave me a place to live, with a slanted roof and a window that looked out over Brixton’s rooftops, kind of like Paddington’s wonderful little attic. I truly lucked out, finding safety in a brand new city purely thanks to wonderful, generous people. I know it doesn’t happen that way for everyone, and it’s a big problem.

Not exactly like the postcard 

Many of us tend to project a level of fantasy onto places we haven’t yet visited, as dramatically as Uncle Pastuzo does when praising his distant love. “Ah, London, where the rivers run with marmalade and the streets are paved with bread,” he says, lathering up his next sandwich and admitting he “skimmed” the book on the city.

In fact, it’s more often than not the complete opposite of what you had in your head.

“London is not how we imagined it,” Paddington writes to his Aunt Lucy in the first film. “Hardly anyone says hello, or wears hats, and you can no longer simply turn up at the station and get a home. It’s hard to see where a bear could ever belong in such a strange, cold city.”

“It’s hard to see where a bear could ever belong in such a strange, cold city.”

That being said, Paddington’s instant wonder at literally everything in London is all-too-relatable. I know it’s painfully wide-eyed, but the film simply allows pure wonder at a city’s signature features to flourish, without cynicism or too-cool-for-school-ness. Yes, it’s one version of London, a city long-crafted over centuries from many different stories, but the film is unabashedly postcard-proud of the city’s tiniest details. The instantly recognisable landmarks, the incessant rain, Portobello Road antique shops, persistent pigeons, the wonderfully creepy halls of the Natural History Museum, Black Cab drivers who’ll take newcomers on a ‘scenic route’. 

And then there’s the train system. If you’ve ever felt the confidence boost of dominating a new city’s subway system, be it Paris, New York, Tokyo, or London, you’ll know it’s as loud, proud, and inevitably short-lived a moment as it is for Paddington, whose dalliance with the Tube made me want to high-five the screen. Our hero gets caught in the station turnstiles twice, even after being helped by a transit officer. Escalators prove moving conveyor belts of doom, but once he’s figured out that “dogs must be carried” on them — yes, this is taken literally — he’s full of confidence. “Stand on the right?” Paddington lifts his left leg. Nailing it! 

So you took the train the right way this time? GO YOU.

So you took the train the right way this time? GO YOU.

The part when you turn a corner

Spoiler alert, Paddington finally finds his feet, just like you will or already have. But while you’ll probably miss your friends and family terribly (I can’t actually put into words how much I do) it’s about finding rhythm in your new realm, as Paddington tells his Aunt Lucy in a letter, “I do miss our old home, but I’m beginning to understand life in London.” 

There’s a moment that’s not completely obvious when you’ve moved cities that you start to get it — unless you don’t and actually want to get the hell out of there, in which case, go, go, go. By Paddington 2, our hero has “really got to grips with how things work” in London, primarily that electric toothbrushes work as ear cleaners much more effectively than regular ones, but also how the city works. He knows his neighbours by name and nature, and brings his new friends his signature marmalade sandwiches— being “known” for something with new friends in a new city is quite an extraordinary feeling.

It's the little victories that count.

It’s the little victories that count.

It takes time, luck, and perseverance, but once you set yourself up in your new home, it gets a little easier. In Paddington 2, our furry friend gets himself a job in a barbershop. It goes terribly wrong, and strikes a chord with someone who tried a handful of weird and wonderful jobs trying to “make it” in New York City, some of which I did as terribly as Paddington’s “hairy marmalade” cut. Screw it, you’ll find something else! Paddington’s pivot into an independent window-washing business is a much better fit, which allows him to develop new skills and find his independence — like my stints in dog-walking and working at a radio station in Manhattan made a lot more sense than my run at a glossy fashion magazine. But you have to try everything. So, he wrongfully ends up in prison at one point, but that might not happen to you! Probably!

Some days will go well, and some will truly suck, with those fantasies for a “very warm welcome” in the city drenched by a car-projected puddle of water to the face, Bridget Jones-style. There’ll be times when loneliness sets in, when you’ll have nowhere to go or feel like you have nobody to call. These are not good days, in fact, they’ll make you rethink your Big Move altogether. In a perfect, cinematic world, in these instances, you’ll find someone kind enough to share a dry roof and a sandwich with, the way a sentry from the Queen’s Guard does for our hero on a rainy, lonely night. 

I hope this happens to you. It probably won't.

I hope this happens to you. It probably won’t.

But aside from finding his way around the city and all its physical landmarks, Paddington’s happiness in his new home truly develops in getting to know his new friends, their quirks, their habits, and what makes them different. You learn a lot about yourself too, what you’re capable of, how adaptable you are, and what makes you awesome, and other things you’d rather leave behind. This feeling of home is something antique salesman Dr. Gruber tells Paddington of his own experience emigrating to England. “I soon learned home is more than a roof over your head,” he says. “My body had travelled very fast, but my heart, she took a little longer to arrive.”

If you’ve ever moved away, or are planning to one day, even when you’re feeling lost, alone, a little frightened and not quite sure which way to walk next, just remember your manners and you’ll find your feet. And remember, as Uncle Pastuzo used to say, “A wise bear always keeps a marmalade sandwich in his hat in case of emergency.”

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