London Calling

I still haven't lost my love for London, being honest and a traitor to the North. Whatever that means.

Even after a year of taking in sights few rarely experience in one large sitting, it is evident that I moved out of this city through necessity rather than choice. I love the energy, the history. I glide through the streets and navigating is easier than breathing for me. I could while away many a night hour on a night bus rolling past Big Ben, the London Eye and the Houses of Parliament with eyes widening to take in the sights bathed in artificial light.

I will miss the cosmopolitan mix of people and the regularity of the public transport.

Nevertheless, I will flourish no matter how barren the soil in which I plant my roots.