This is a very emotional post, as we have taken the decision to leave London, but hopefully not forever.
I have to admit that I’m scared like shit! But I guess it’s normal, after all, when I moved here, I was 21, all my belongings fitted in only one big luggage and I had nothing to lose. But after so many years living here, I have grown a few big fat roots that make this process couple up with deep nostalgia.
And sure, I am super happy of having the chance of finally saying ‘Sayonara!’ to some lame-brained policies, the grey British weather, the super chaotic tube on rush hours, the extra heavy hair-killing water, and RODENTS! which thankfully, I do not have in my flat, but – correct me if I’m wrong – facts state that you’re never more than a meter away from a mouse or rat in London. YUCK!
But I am going to miss London for all the beautiful people that I met here and more than friends, became my family.
The little birdies singing in the park.
‘The pints of lager in a pub with mates’.
The endless bottles of rose wine in a park during sunny days.
Walking along Regent’s canal.
Holland park and the squirrels.
Eventually having a song from the Rolling Stones played almost every time I go to a bar.
The people, who just most of the time don’t give a damn about stuff, but have a huge heart.
Vintage shops, records shops, home decor shops…. and taxidermy shops? they’re just so creepy and scary…. and awesome.
Notting hill and the carnival!
English breakfast tea with biscuits.
For all these reasons I love London and will always be part of me.
For now, I am not feeling much of a nomad myself, but will live to learn. Hopefully will get to see you all before I leave…. And let the countdown begin!