I always loved the idea of living in London, and when I finally started to live here I had this overwhelming sense that this was the city I am supposed to live in right now. The fact that it is so close to Europe is a huge contributing factor to my love for this city but it’s also the history, the architecture, the multiculturalism, the art and culture, and the fact there is always something to do. But I’m not going to lie and say it’s all been wonderful, because it hasn’t. London is a bitch. She likes to seduce you with all her wonders and then stab you in the back and slowly twist the knife. In a city that is so crowded, sometimes the feeling of loneliness is unbearable. Generally I love that you have to hussle to survive in this city, but when the homesickness strikes, I can’t believe how cold and cruel this society can actually be. But I am determined to not let her beat me and swallow me up like so many other dreamers before me. I remind myself that these dips are temporary and if you push through it you come out stronger, and a little bit closer to making London your bitch instead.
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