London... the city of wonder, the city of beauty, the city where
life buzzes round the clock. Who could ever be bored here? Who could ever get
up in the morning with a feeling like there's nothing waiting for them during
the day? Who, in their right mind, would say that they want to get out of here,
fast! Well... I did.
After living in
London for the last 8 years I have grown tired of it, I have started to dislike
it, I have begun thinking of ways to escape. Sadly, I fell out of love with it.
Because, at one point, I did love it. I absolutely adored the place. I loved
the freedom, I loved the diversity, I loved the craze. And then... the
amazement slowly started to turn into boredom, tiredness, pure dislike. I was
thinking of moving away, starting a different life somewhere else. I was hoping
to fall in love again... with a different city.
Yet, I got a great
PhD position here. For another four years. At a London University. Here. Stuck
here. For another four years. In London. Right...
What to do? The
PhD position was too good to turn down... And it's only four years; I know it
will pass so quickly. I know, somehow I can endure the pain of living
here. For another four years... So I accepted it. Accepted the position.
Accepted that I am stuck in this city I wanted to escape. Accepted my fate.
And then it struck me. What am I doing? What am I thinking? London…!
The city of Europe, where you can see everything, meet anyone and experience it
all. Not many other cities can offer as much. Even though I might not love it
now, I decided to fall in love with London all over again. Find, each week, a
new reason to love this place. A new experience it can provide, a new sight, a
new taste, a new sound.
I am on a mission to re-discover London. On a mission
to fall in love with it all over again. I am on a mission!
