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Sunday, May 23, 2010

London is like an ex

So is it wrong that eight months later I can still feel the cold of winter mornings on my cheeks as I would battle the sea of dark coats on the way to work. Still feel the warmth of the heater and oven on a Sunday night when the housemates put on a feast using fresh farmer's veges from the Abbeville Road Market. Still taste the merlot lingering on my lips while the fire warmed my skin during post-work drinks at the Windmill.

But, it's not all romantic thoughts. I can still feel my eyes cast down staring at the endless lumps of blackened gum on the footpaths. I can still feel the unimpressed stares of Tesco employees as they push my humous, yoghurt and white wine through the check outs. And I can still feel the dead silence and stillness of a tube ride. Eyes down. Eye contact kept to a minimum, even if he is good looking. Continue this universal eye-language even when departing the tube, and speed up legs until you crush into the pram (or buggy...) infront, and then curse it. Even though you're not actually running late for anything, the way you're programmed makes you feel like you are anyway.

And this rush, this feeling on of being on the edge, is strangely addictive. It's like you're part of the big mechanics that makes the world go round. London is like that. I'm shamelessly addicted to the place, even though it's been eight months since I called it home. It's like an ex that you try to forget, you know it can be bad for you; it's best to move on. But at the same time flashbacks of the best memories of your life come flooding back, and you just want to see it, taste it, and experience it for all its good and bad just one more time.


  1. I entered this site by chance, but I found very interesting. A greeting to all the people who visit this page.

  2. I hear you on the addiction to the rush. You have described the way I felt while working in London so well.

  3. Thank you both! Tracey I know how addicted you must have felt. where were you working?

  4. Eleonor, eleonorwermdo@hotmail.comJuly 17, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    Hi! Just found your blog by coincident, but have to say it seems very interesting :) I'm sort of in the same situation as you, I'm swedish but have been living in Brisbane for the last 2½ years, and now I have mixed feelings about where I wanna be, and what I wanna do.

    Just realized that last time you wrote in your blog was like a year ago so u might not see this , but anyway, have a nice day :)