“I came to London. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. And I was lost.”
V. S. Naipaul

As a child, I moved around a lot. Whenever I made new friends, we moved again. That's probably the reason why I can't spend much time in the same place. Yet, I managed to find a place I call home. My mother spent a lot of time during her teens in England and kept telling me about her secret longing for London and how it is impossible to live there with children, otherwise she'd pack up and move there with us. I laughed and thought "What a silly housewife memory." 

Then, when I first visited the city when I was 16, I was hooked. The next six years of my life, whenever I had more than two days off, I went to London, and when I was 22, I moved there. Everything went just right: I got a job I would never have dreamed of, lived in decent areas with lovely flatmates. Unlike many others, London has always treated me well.
I'm not sure what it is that draws me to this busy, dirty, overcrowded and insanely expensive city. She's not a beautiful city, but she's a city full of contrasts, and every possible culture or subculture in the world exists here. London is like all cities of the world, mixed into one. 

Then, I started to realise that this was pretty much it - the London life I was living was as far as the plan for my life went... and it was THAT easy? I like a challenge, so I decided on a new goal - to travel, maybe a little to see if there really is no other place is the world I feel as much home as in London. 

Right now, London cannot offer me what I am looking for in my life, but one thing is sure: I will always return. 

This is my contribution to BootnAll's 30 Days of Indie Travel project, Day 13 - Home

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