London, I love you.
Whether it is because I was born in the heart of the city, or spent my early twenties exploring the streets – my soul was meant for the London thrum.
Tower blocks looming as a mass of glass and metal and concrete, so many reflections in the sunshine. Even in the rain there is some kind of beauty and the smell of cool water on warm asphalt is something I will always associate with living in Islington.
I could list off memories of the city, good and bad, like spending sunny days walking along South Bank or drunkenly trying to find my way back to Camden from Elephant and Castle, overpriced cocktails at rooftop bars versus cheap beer on Regent’s Canal.
It’s a lonely place, I still believe this to be true; despite the millions of people passing through London each day, everyone is anonymous, faceless people always rushing places. This being said the atmosphere is like no other, so vibrant and diverse, you can take a 10 minute tube journey and it is as though you’re in an entirely different city.
I miss London a lot, it has been so good to me, and I know that when the time is right I will be drawn back into the Big Smoke. For all of its grime and greyness, London is truly beautiful, and I can’t wait to return to the city madness.