my london

It is the strangest thing in the world to grow up in a place, know it as home... but not be as intimately familiar with it as you would like to be. That is how I feel about London. I left in 2003 when I was 16 - and I go back every year... but I guess my adult life has happened in New York - and I feel like I know NY in the way I should know London.


I hate the idea that once you have lived in New York for a number of years that you are all of a sudden a "New Yorker". But I must admit... that there is more of New York in me than London at this point. I love New York. But, the sentimental part of me loves London more - even though I know it is not the place for me to be right now. It will always be my first home. I lived there for 16 years... I had my formative years there - experienced my most cherished memories with such a diverse array of people - and I feel closer to them than I do to many of the people that have entered my life since. Those friendships and the formative years make me nostalgic for London - and I know that some people may never understand it.

My experience is that some people love London - others hate it. Londoners love New York and Paris more. As the saying goes - the grass is always greener.

No matter what - it is MY LONDON. My original home.

LONDON. I LOVE YOU.

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