Mind the gap

Waterloo, London

They spend time in the morning to style their hair and dress sharply. By force of habit, people will run to where they need to be even if they are on time. I guess London gives that feeling where you’re constantly needed at any given time. It’s a place you love and hate. You love it because of the adrenaline it gives you, but you hate it because you never sleep, well rather - the city never sleeps.

You’ll walk around Borough market in the mornings smelling the freshly baked pastries and fresh flowers as you pass by an old book shop - you know what I’m talking about – the one with books piled up outside - the unwanted ones, and every time you pass by it, you wonder “what happens to these books when it rains,” – It’s been open every single time you visit London, so it must be doing well, yet you never see anyone from outside the window. You walk inside hoping to find a novel to read on the train home but you never actually buy anything.

You’ll meet people who adore you because you’re different. They'll ask you to talk about everything you've done but you never know where to start. So you pick one or two stories they might like, but not the same ones the stranger asked you yesterday. You don't really like the idea of them asking you, but the idea they interested in what you have to say in that given moment is enough for you to share them. They'll nod and smile and ask more questions as you take a pause to sip your coffee in the morning, or cocktail at night. You’ll enjoy meeting old and new faces and walk home with the cold wind fighting against your coat. 

When you leave this place, you’ll want to return. It has this efficiency that not many cities have, not that I've been to all the cities (yet), but it is incomparable. The history, the streets, cultures. It is a melting pot for anything and everything. When you’re in London, you feel like you are truly a part of the city.