I have never loved a place so completely as I have loved London. My home is my home and will always be the place that I return to, but London has something about it that Silver Spring and Athens just don’t.
There are obvious impassable differences between the three places where I spend the most time. Locations, culture, people, currency, feel. These are different everywhere. These differences in London are definitely part of why I love it. I love the speed of the city and the people and mood. I love the history and the juxtaposition of the old world versus the new one (I wish I could have been here to see the completion of the impending London skyline, which will only enhance this trait). I love that I know the city so well. I know how to get around, I know how the tube and the bus system works. I know how to walk from Baker Street to Oxford Circus to Covent Garden. That’s an awesome feeling. The confidence and independence of knowing where you are and what to do without worry. Being able to give directions is a big ego-booster as well.
These things are why I like London and also why I loved it. But there’s more to it. Moving here for the semester was not easy at first. I missed my home and my family and my friends and my school and my roommates and I was pretty much on my own. Which freaked me out because I’ve never really been on my own. I had to get myself out of bed and make dinner and find my way around and really take care of myself. And I had to figure out how to be okay on my own. And what could have been excruciating was made all the more better by being set against the backdrop of the best city, London.
I suppose figuring out how to be independent and how to be okay with growing up and taking care of yourself is something everyone eventually goes through. I was lucky enough to have the brilliant excuse of London to do so.