I could live here you know that? I can see myself peering out this window, admiring the rain drops that glitter on the glass, and falling asleep to the rustle of the always irritated street traffic. I’ve adapted to that pitch black night that shows up at 4pm every day in winter, the cold brittle wind that takes your breath away and freezes your lungs, I’ve even discovered a trick to getting out of bed when the day looks gloomy (which is almost every day) and the sun seems nonexistent. But I belong here.

Granted it’s rather expensive. Transportation alone burns a hole in my pocket, but even riding the tube, as noisy and loud and selfish and cramped as it can be there is something almost.. beautiful about it. Maybe it’s the different languages that linger throughout the carriages. No matter what you’re always with a tourist and the accents you come across are never the same. I love riding the Northern Line on the underground because you always know when you’re reaching the Camden Town station. The people on the train go from business and proper to punk rock and carefree within one stop. 

It’s possible I feel at home here. Not because I’ve taken root, but because London feels familiar to me, even though I’ve never been here before. I can sit on my bed, look out at the view every few hours, and never leave my room but still feel like I’ve seen a different side of London. Almost like even if you go out and venture every single day, you can still discover something new without even putting your shoes to go outside. That’s what this city does for me. It gives me not only inspiration with the countless museums and cultivating art movement. But with the sounds, the people, the moments, and even the consistent traffic jams. I’ve found a home. 


The River Thames, London England. 

I’m lucky enough to have been living riverside to the Thames. It’s an absolutely beautiful walk going all the way down to the London Eye and to Big Ben. If you walk further you’ll be down by the famous Tower Bridge. It takes about an hour from where i’m at to get down to the bridge walking wise. But it’s a great walk. Especially if you’re going by yourself and enjoy people watching. You can take a break and sit along the benches that look across the other side of the river which architecture wise, is gorgeous. There’s little cafe and eatery shops in between in case you get hungry or need a jolt of tea in your system. Everything you could possibly need is right there on the sidewalk going all the way down. I’ll miss this the most. Just walking along the riverside. 


Today was my first day venturing out into Central London. My flatmate took me to a couple of comic book stores, I was stoked. Then we ventured into Chinatown to get a bite to eat and he showed me around a few places (mainly all on oxford street), got myself n travel card, finally got a SIM card for my phone so i’m no longer a native, and actually walked 1 block by myself without freaking out or getting lost. It’s not as intimidating as I thought. London that is. Everyone is quite nice and riding the bus in itself is an adventure. All in all, really fun day.