My Love Letter to London
It seems like only yesterday that I watched my first film set in London and I instantly was attracted to as a place I wanted to be. London was intriguing, foreign and different than anything I had ever experienced in my small town. I pined over it like it was a famous celebrity I could never date.
There was just something captivating about this city. My short visits to it weren’t enough for me to get the full feel of it. I continued to crave and thirst for more than a quick glimpse. I made it my mission to find a way to not be a tourist, but an inhabitant of London.
When I finally arrived in September the feeling was mutual. I liked London and the city showed me that there was more to fall in love with. I wandered the streets in wonder, saw the nooks and crannies London was trying so hard to hide, and knew I was in the right place.
But as with all relationships, the honeymoon period passed. I began to see London’s flaws and I was getting bored. Bored, of London? How could I? I felt like I had betrayed not only myself but the city I loved. Why was I all of a sudden feeling disinterest and even a tad of bitterness?
The beginning of the end happened when I left London for Christmas holiday. I went back home and realized how much I missed my home country and being close to the people I care about. I knew in my heart that I had to break up with London, even if I knew it was going to be heart shattering.
London will always be in my heart. It’s the place I do want to spend the rest of my life, but with so much standing in between it and I, such as immigration restrictions, I couldn’t stand to be forced to leave against my will, so I softened the blow by going quietly and voluntarily.
I will always ache for London from across the sea. The moments I’ve had abroad are ones that will stay with me the rest of my life, and London is what made that possible. I personally feel there is no better place on earth to live in the excitement of new things and opportunities. Thank you for changing my life.