Chronicles of one girl's journey to London - from conception to eventual migration.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


I wake up - sometimes late - and wash my face, I get dressed, go to work, pretend I am busier than I really am, idly chatter with my colleagues but always with a slight guard up, go home, make dinner, idly chat to my flatmates (this time with no guard up) and then fall asleep under a thick duvet. Somewhere in that routine, I think about my family, my boyfriend, my grocery list. Where am I?

It could be anywhere. But then, one Friday evening I am at a bar in the City, near Bank and I walk out onto the street with Ben and Glen. Right in front of us is the Royal Exchange. And then I know . . . whatever it is I'm doing, I am doing under a London sky. 

It never gets old for me.

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