A Love Letter to London
of or prompted by feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia.
“Maybe it’s because I’m a Londonder that I love London town”. In this city that I love, I wake up to the hustle and bustle of the city, the beautiful summer blue sky or the rain tapping on my windows. Two decades of walking the same streets, remembering the tiny feet walking to my first day of school are the same feet now walking me to work. Making my way around my city, and not just seeing buildings, but memories of a little girl dancing along the pavements while my mum told me to “slow down.” The same pavements I walk today towards my dreams while having the sound of my mother's voice in my ear saying “ Go make me proud’. I see my friends all grown up starting their adult lives and remembering high school like it was a distant memory. “I like it in the city where two worlds collide” . Walking past victorian houses and sleek new offices mixing the old with the new. As I walk through the city, I’m hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia of my youth—the same streets I once played on are the same streets I walk by as an adult with bigger problems than that little girl who lived on dreams and imagination.
Thank you London.