We don’t always see eye to eye- You’re a frivolous lover, London, constantly making me late, making me broke, leaving me lost in the middle of the night in Hackney when all the lines are down and the bus stop I need to wait at is next to a housing estate… But we make it work, and nights like this one remind me why I love you.
Dressed in a vintage velvet cocktail dress and bright red lipstick, I found myself walking alone down Piccadilly at midnight. Just, not alone. You’re never alone in London. The streets are always so busy. My feet felt that aching pleasure that only comes from having just removed 5 inch heels and it was brisk tonight, but not as cold as you can be- And I thought… Yes. I thought about how I could be anywhere in the world, but I’m in London, and I thought about how sometimes things get a little difficult between us, but then you romance me right back again, be it with a fancy dinner, the grand excesses of your finest buildings, or the view from the Hungerford Bridge. The one spot guaranteed to make me remember where I am, and why I needed to be here.
I don’t know what will happen between us, London. I don’t know what the future holds. But I believe that we need each other right now. Or at least- I needed you, I needed to be here. And even though you can be- to put it mildly- a stroppy bitch… You always pull out all the stops to win me back.
Happy 576 days. May there be many more.
From a girl who sometimes wonders where she should be, and then realizes that RIGHT NOW- London is it.