Updated: Dec 21, 2020
The first time I visited London, I only stayed for two days on my way to the Bahamas in 2006. As soon as I set foot in Heathrow, I knew. Something inside was telling me that it was love at first sight. I wanted to be sure though, so I went to the heart of London: Trafalgar square. I was in awe. This city was the metropolis of Europe, a whole civilisation was unfolding in front of me. People, lights, sounds, movement, life. I wanted to savour as much as I could in two days. Although it was August, it was raining but not even that could stop me. I must have visited at least eight different places in 48 hours. My feet were hurting but I was ecstatic. On the plane to my final destination, I secretly made a promise to myself: to return. To return and explore London as a local, spend time roaming the streets of the city centre and take the tube to discover new exciting neighbourhoods.
This promise came true a few years later when I decided to leave my country and move to London. It was May 31st 2012 when I arrived with two suitcases and high hopes. That day London became my home. I found a freedom in my life and I was able to make a new start because I had chosen this place. I had chosen to live and work in London on my terms. I have some idea what the future will hold and where I will be living after London, but I can say with certainty that I now carry London with me wherever I go…
“In London, everyone is different, and that means anyone can fit in.” -Paddington Bear