Home is where the heart is..
"I'm homeless!" I screeched in frustration two weeks ago.
Well I'm not really if I am being perfectly honest. I am finally back in London after a year and a half living in South Korea and I am currently residing at my family home in the disgustingly trendy and rainy capital of the UK. I'm on the interim between countries and looking for apartments is swallowing up all of my spare time.
I do love London, don't get me wrong. I was born here but as I reach my mid twenties I don't feel cool enough or trendy enough to remain here. My friends always tell me I've never given London a chance, which is glaringly true. I'm not spent more than 3 months in a row in London since I turned 18 years old. That was seven years ago.
I am a huge fan of regional cities in the North like Manchester, Liverpool and Sheffield. The night life, the food, the kindness of the people etc. but there is something about London which makes me feel like everyone is trying to prove their life is on the right path in someway. Whatever way it may be. I feel like everywhere else I've lived it's more socially acceptable to feel lost and to admit that isn't a crime against your street cred.
“Not all those who wander are lost”
