For the first six-plus weeks, I was in and out of town so much - trotting off to Edinburgh, Norwich, Oxford, Cambridge - that I'm not sure my brain actually grasped the basic reality that I was living in London, instead of that being just another of the cities I was visiting.
But the morning routine, and this particular neighbourhood, and meetings at uni are all starting to become properly normal. And I think, perhaps, I can now say with no small amount of shame/hesitation/irony...I'm an adopted Londoner.
Oh glory.
I never understood why there was ever shame/hesitation/irony.
ReplyDeleteI mean, pollution, big city, etc... but, come on, SHERLOCK HOLMES!
And if nerdom isn't enough for you...
THE BRITISH MUSEUM!
AND YOU'RE A MEMBER!!!!!!!!!
I mean, yes, empire building and colonization were horrible things. But now that it's (mostly) over for Britain, one might as well enjoy the fruit...
/papa